Returning to the kitchen he used George's axe to cut the lead into smaller pieces, and dumped them into the ladle, after which he paid a hurried visit to his room for tools.
Two-Spot shoved his head in at the door. "What you doin'? Runnin' slugs?"
"Shoein' a hoss," said Johnny.
Two-Spot grinned. "Where'd you get th' lead?"
"Dailey's," answered Johnny, punching out old primers.
"Buy primers, an powder, too?" demanded Two-Spot.
"Powder," grunted Johnny.
"Off'n th' shelf behind him?"
"Under th' counter."
"Yo're lucky; he must like you. Well, then some of 'em will go off," said Two-Spot "But if you'd bought his primers, none of 'em would." He looked around and started to resize some of the shells. "These here ain't shells. They're—they're kegs." He picked up the mold and opened it. "My G—d!" he snorted. "Yo're a bloody-minded cuss. Yore gun got wheels an' a limber?"