Chapter 19: Blam, Blam . . . You're Deaf
Now that Jake was no longer having to concentrate on fighting and staying alive, he was starting to feel some pain from the various wounds that he had suffered. However, he judged that he had not suffered anything serious enough to incapacitate him -- well, not unless gangrene or something of that nature set in. But that was a concern for another time, once they had finished up with the job at hand.
The continued quiet was a little unnatural and eerie, but the rifleman hoped that the condition was a temporary one. Seemingly his pards suffered from the same ailment, and the Perfesser's notebook and pencil had proven to be a good way to communicate, given the circumstances.
Jake greeted JEB with a nod, glad to see that the Missourian had also come through the dust-up mostly in one piece, and like the Texan, seemed to still be functional and able to fight, if that proved to be necessary.
Once Mr. Xu's man (the rifleman couldn't remember his name, although he supposed that Mr. Xu had introduced him) finished writing his response to Jake's question, the Texan read it and nodded his agreement.
The rifleman pointed to his own chest and then to the heathen's, and made a motion with two fingers like a person walking. Just to be certain that he was understood, he took the pencil and wrote, "Let's us look."
OOC: Tweaked the punctuation a little; no substantive changes.
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