"Mace p'ints out to get another gun; which is proper enough, for
he's only one in his belt, an' in a case like this yere he's mighty
likely to need two a lot.
"'Some of us oughter go over with Mace, I reckons,' says a party
named Benson, sorter general to the crowd. 'What do you-alls think
yourse'fs?'
"'Go nothin'!' retorts a gent who's called Driscoll, an' who's up to
the hocks into a game of poker, an' don't like to see it break up
an' him behind. 'The hand Mace holds don't need no he'p. If Mace is
out after two or three of the boys now, it would be plenty
different; but whoever hears of a white man's wantin' he'p that a-
way to down three Greasers, an' him to open the game? Mace could
bring back all the skelps in Chilili if he's that f'rocious an'
wants to, an' not half try.'
"This seems to be the general idee, an', aside of some bets which is
made, no one takes no interest. Bob Short puts it up he'd bet a
hundred dollars even Mace gets one of 'em; a hundred to two hundred
he gets two, an' a hundred to five hundred he gets 'em all; an' some
short-kyard sharp who's up from Socorro, after figgerin' it all
silent to himse'f, takes 'em all.
"'Now I don't reckon, stranger,' says Benson, sorter reproachful, to
the short-kyard party, 'you knows Mace Bowman mighty well? If you-
all did you wouldn't go up ag'in a shore thing like that.
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