The Flaming Jewel

"How long are you going to be away?"

"I dunno."

There was a silence. Then, "All right," said Smith, briefly. He added: "Look out for sink-holes, Mike."

Clinch tossed his heavy rifle to his shoulder: "Let's go," he said in his pleasant, misleading way, "-- and I'll shoot the guts outa any fella that don't show up at roll call."