"I wouldn't think too much about hurtin' the feelings of that old mule-skinner if I was you, Ned," the kid cow-puncher went on to say, "he ain't near so mad as he puts on. Why, if it hadn't been for you and the rest, he'd never got a single pelt of all that pack. They were free and would a got clear away, if we hadn't rounded the same up here. Fifteen hides, and as many scalps, he gets, without wasting his ammunition. He's putting on--that's what. But keep an eye out for him, Ned. That was a smart trick to take his gun away; but you've only scotched the snake, not killed it."