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“Sleep with Your Guns Tonight, Boys”<br />
No sooner were they gone over the nearest ridge than Cope was wide awake, alert and energized.<br />
“Break out your guns!” he said. “Sleep with your guns tonight, boys.”<br />
“Why, what do you mean?”<br />
“We’ll have visitors tonight, mark my words.” Cope bunched his fists in his pugilistic way. “That<br />
vertebrate vulgarity will be back, crawling in on his belly like a snake for a closer look at my pig<br />
skull.”<br />
“You don’t mean to shoot at them?” Isaac said, horrified.<br />
“I do,” Cope said. “They have opposed us and impeded us, they have got the army after us, they<br />
have poisoned our water and insulted our persons, and now they are going to steal our finds. Yes, I<br />
mean to shoot at them.”<br />
This seemed to them extreme, but Cope was angry and would not be talked out of it.<br />
An hour passed. Most of the camp fell asleep. Johnson was lying next to Cope, and his twisting and<br />
turning kept him awake.<br />
Thus he was awake when the first dark figure crept over the ridge.<br />
Cope gave a soft sigh.<br />
A second figure, then a third. The third was heavyset, lumbering.<br />
Cope sighed again, and swung his rifle around.<br />
The figures crept toward the camp, and made for the fossil head.<br />
Cope raised his rifle to shoot. He was a crack shot, and for a horrified moment Johnson thought he<br />
really intended to kill his rival.<br />
“Now, Professor—”<br />
“Johnson,” he said quietly, “I have him in my sights. It is within my power to kill a trespassing<br />
sneak and thief. Remember this night.”<br />
And Cope raised his rifle higher into the air, and fired twice at the sky, and shouted, “Indians!<br />
Indians!”<br />
The cry brought the camp to its feet. Soon rifles were discharged from all sides; the night air was<br />
clouded with gun smoke, and acrid with the smell of powder.<br />
Across the camp, they heard the intruders scrambling up the ridge. There was an occasional shout<br />
of “Damn you! Damn your eyes!”<br />
Finally, a deep, distinctive voice cried, “Just your way, Cope! It’s a damnable fake! Just your way!<br />
A fake!”<br />
And the three men were gone.