"Want my guns?" shouted Nick derisively. "Then come and take 'em!" . . . . . . _Frontispiece_
Wemple dug his spurs into its sweating side and the beast sprang forward at a faster gallop
Out on the plain we saw the Kid yelling like a wild man, with Dynamite at his highest speed, chasing a jackrabbit
"I'd hate to have to spile your hide, but I'll do it if you don't get out o' this trail"