"Will he make it?"
"You can't kill a cat."
"Well"—Sawdy resumed his supper, "it's your game, Jim, not mine; but I'd think twice before I'd get that range bunch after me on any man's account."
Laramie's eyes flashed, but he spoke quietly: "I couldn't see Abe killed like a rattlesnake."
"What are you down for?"
"I've got to have a couple of needles, a little catgut and some gauze."
"Where are you going to get them?"
"Going to steal them over at Doc. Carpy's."
"Nervy."
"You can do it for me, Henry."