“Easy with Ruler, thar, Scotty!” Big John was bellowing from a precarious footing on the lower ledge. “The Colonel will skin me alive ef we drap him. We starts across for the Big Crack, to-night, boys. Let me git that white hoss atween my knees jest onct more—an’ ye don’t git me up no cliffs ag’in, nohow!”
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