About noon
The old devil finally saw he was losin ' ground in spite of his best efforts , and let me have both barrels . I heard the shot patter on the hard road behind me , and hoped he 'd quit and go home , but I 'm blamed if he did n't chase me five miles further before turnin ' back , in hopes I 'd cast a shoe or something would happen to me . I believe I was on the only horse in Texas that could have outrun the Colonel and his that mornin ' . About noon I stopped at a blacksmith 's shop , half dead with pain , and had my arm dressed and a big jolt of whiskey . As the posse rode up to me , sittin ' in the sun by the lathered flanks of my horse and nursin ' my arm , Jim yells out : `` Here he is ! Surround him , boys ! You 're our prisoner ! ''