"You said you'd like to see me stand over this stove," answered Johnny. "Run around an' get me two pounds of lead from Dailey."
"Get it yoreself!" snapped George. "You clean up when you get through," he warned.
"Shore," replied Johnny, and he went out to get the lead.
Dailey looked up. "Hello, Nelson!"
"Howd'y, Ben! Got two pounds of lead, an' some Kentucky powder?"
"Shore," answered Dailey. He slid a bar of lead onto the counter and took a can from a shelf. "This ain't Kaintuck—but it's as good. How much?"
Johnny put a few grains in the palm of his hand and rubbed them with a forefinger. "I don't want this at all," he said, showing the black smudge. "I want th' kind you use."
Dailey grumbled, but felt under the counter and produced another can. "Here's th' best made," he said.
Johnny tested it, and nodded. "Half a pound will do."