"Let 'em come if they want to," he said aloud, between his set teeth. "If they will have it, I guess I'll be able to take care of the lot. Every bullet ought to count for a victim; and, mebbe, now I'll be able to see if the bully gun can't send the lead through a couple at one time. It's passed through a six-inch tree, and that's goin' some, let me tell you. My stars! but don't they yap to beat the band. And say, they can't be more'n a mile away right now, I should think."