she's uglier than a Mexican sheep.

"However, that don't seem to occur to Tucson Jennie; an' Doc Peets--
who's the wisest sharp in Arizona--allows to me afterwards as how
Tucson Jennie is cuttin' the kyards with herse'f desp'rate to see
whether she declar's war at the very time we makes our start. If she
does, she turns the low kyard, for she don't say nothin', an' we
gets away, an' all is profound peace.

"Four days later we're in camp by a water-hole in the frill of the
foot-hills. The Britons has got up a wall tent an' is shorely havin'
a high an' lavish time. Dave an' me ain't payin' no attention to 'em
speshul, as we don't see how none is needed. Besides, we has some
hard ridin' to do lookin' up places for a line of sign camps.

"It's the second day when we notices an outfit of Injuns camped down
the valley from us. They's all serene an' peaceful enough; with
squaws, papooses, an' dogs; an' ain't thinkin' no more of bein'
hostile than we be.

"Of course, no sooner does these yere Britons of ours behold this
band of savages than they has to go projectin' round 'em. That's the
worst thing about a towerist; he's that loaded with cur'osity, an'
that gregar'ous an' amiable, he has to go foolin' 'round every
stranger lie tracks up with. In their ign'rance they even gets that
roode an' insultin' at times, that I knows 'em who's that regardless
an' imp'lite as to up an' ask a rank stranger that a-way to pass'em
his gun to look at.

"An' so, as I says, no sooner does them Injuns get near us, than