"I ain't hurt, but I'm swinged like a fool miller moth in a lamp chimley," he complained.
"Who was that shootin' around so darned careless?"
"Jedlick, dern him!"
"It's a wonder he didn't kill somebody upstairs somewhere."
"First shot he hit a box of t'backer back of Wood's counter. I don't know what he hit the second time, but it wasn't me."
"He hit the side of the store."
Taterleg rode along in silence a little way. "Well, that was purty good for him," he said.
"Who was that hopped a horse like he was goin' for the doctor, and tore off?"
"Jedlick, dern him!"
Lambert allowed the matter to rest at that, knowing that neither of them had been hurt. Taterleg would come to the telling of it before long, not being built so that he could hold a piece of news like that without suffering great discomfort.