Two-Spot ignored the insult, the second on that topic within five minutes. Evidently there must be some real or fancied foundation for it. "Got one?" he asked.
"I'll save you one," replied Johnny; "but mebby you'll have to wait quite a spell. I still got them I loaded," he said, truthfully.
"Well there ain't no hurry," admitted Two-Spot. "Thought mebby you had one in yore clothes."
"I might go out an' shoot one off; but I reckon I won't, seein' that it ain't goin' to rain for a day or two."
"Don't shoot none for that," replied Two-Spot. "Smitty was in town a few minutes ago."
"Yes?"
"Uh-huh, he was. He was projectin' around tryin' to find out who spoiled his twenty-year-old Mex. sun-shade. He was het up about it."
"Don't blame him. Was it spoiled bad?"
"Plumb sufficient. Looks like th' railroad thought it was a tunnel. He acts like he's got hal—hallerlucerations," grinned Two-Spot.
"But you can't wear them on a hat," reproved Johnny. "That is, not till after you open th' can, anyhow."