THREE:"I'll take my chances," said the Deacon. "I'll go along with you to-morrer mornin'."
THREE:This is the end.
THREE:No, of course he didn't. He fired the beam, aimed, fired again, aimed again. He could die when his enemies were dead. He could die when everyone who was trying to kill him was dead. Then he could die, or live: it made no difference.
TWO:"I'm Lieut.-Col. Billings, sir."With his heart full of hope and joy, the Deacon bustled around to make every possible preparation for the journey.












