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He picked up the eh the black

spot, and turning walked with it in his hand toward Bridger, as

wiping out his rifle once hty careless shootin'," said he, irritated "Now lookee

what ye done to the likker! Ef ye'd held a leetle higher, above the

level o' the likker, like I told ye, she wouldn't o' busted open

thataway now It's nacherl, thar warn't room in the cup fer both the

likker an' the ball That's wastin' likker, Jim, an' my mother told me

when I was a boy, 'Willful waste ruer "Do-ee look now!

Maybe ye think ye kin do better shoot'in yerself than old Jier!"

"Shore I kin, an' I'll show ye! I'll bet inst yourn--ef I

wanted so sorry a piece as yourn--kin shoot that clost to the mark an'

not spill no likker a-tall! An' ye can fill her two-thirds full an' put

yer thumb in fer the balance ef ye like"

"I'll just bet ye a new in yer pony ye kain't: do nothin' o' the

sort!" retorted Bridger

"All right, I'll show ye O' course, ye got to hold still"

"Who said I wouldn't hold still?"

"Nobody Now you watch me"

He stooped at the little water ditch which had been led in as from the stream and kneaded up a little ball of mud This he