away from me, and seemed in doubt. 
hen he began to take on a few quirks. 
=He is gomg to coil and then to 
stike.~ said I, recalling a paragraph 
happy moment! 
itiie« 
I knew that tradition ha 
tlesnakes : a stone (more if necessary), 
a stick (forked one preferred), and m 
rare cases a revolver (when it is that 
kind of a story). I had no revolver. 
There was not a stick in sight, and not 
a stone bigger than a hazelnut: but 
there was the rattler. I cast another 
ance around and saw. al- 
feet and half hidden by 
sage brush. several inches of rusty iron 
—blessed be the passing teamster who 
had thrown it there. I darted towards 
~ 
la Od ea eA | Vz HXO 
