He had blood upon his khaki coat and powder on his gun.
"I said to him" he boasted loud "the hills or bull-pen which?
He took the hills and so did we, I fixed the son of a bitch!"
Then Buddy raised his father's gun, but Jurgot saw his game,
He quickly flashed his fourty two and took a steady aim......
But Mrs. Parsons ran between and screamed "what would you do,
You've killed my Buddy's father; would you kill my Buddy too?"
Poor Bill! his wife and kid, O hell!—what can a fellow say;
It was this sight that made us glad that we had found a way.
That very night saw Jurgot drunk and saw him leave for town,
He had two barren hills to cross, we knew them up and down.
We knew his doom was settled for at some time soon or late
He'd have to leave the camp alone—and then he sealed his fate.
Our crowd they couldn't blame at all—they knew right where we were,
And none of us was paid to watch their profit-guarding cur.
The night grew very calm and still as on his way he went,
But nought seemed strange about our camp, each lamp was in its tent.
And he walked on in confidence as if he felt secure
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