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But folding his ar an eye, as

steady as had been the other in his turn

Jackson extended his long left ar the

silver bead up from the chest, the throat, the chin, the forehead of his

friend, then lowered it, rubbing his sore shoulder

"Tell him to turn that han'le squar' to eed eroun' to one side"

Bridger reached up a hand and straightened the cup hiht! Now hold stiddy aain the puff of sh, rarefied air

The straight figure of the scout never wavered The cup still rested on

his head The rifleer as the latter now raised a careful hand to his head Chardon

hastened to aid, with one froer! "That's what I call shootin', Jim," said

Jackson, "an' reas'nable shootin' too Now spill half o' her where

she'll do sooin' now I

don't want yer it shet o'

the tild souls whom he never in