The Man from Bar-20
"Dashed blankety dashed blank blank! What th' h—l you want to cut that belt for, you dashed dashed blankety blank of a dash! Three dollars done gone to th' devil! Just because you got a blankety-blank knife do you have to slash every dashed-dashed thing you see!"
"Sh!" whispered Fleming. "We know yo're grateful; but what happened?" he breathed, too busy to look around.
"Shut yore face!" ordered Harrison, trying in vain to stare through a great, black lava bowlder which lay on the other side of a small clearing.
"Dashed blank! " said Benjamin. "It's been shut enough, you d—d pie-faced doodle-bug! "
"Yes; yes; we know," soothed Fleming; "but what happened?"
"Leaned over to get my blankety-blank hat and a dashed tree fell on my blank head!" He felt of the afore-mentioned head with a light and tender touch; and the generous bump made him swear again.
"It's that prospectin' rustler," enlightened Fleming, gratis, as he peered into the shadows behind him.
"No!" said Gates. "I reckoned it was General Grant an' th' Army of th' Potomac! Dead shore it wasn't Columbus?" he sneered.
"It was not Columbus, Benjamin," said Fleming. "Columbus discovered America in 1492 or 1942—
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