“No, he didn’t,” argues Yuma. “You beat the gun, Half-Mile.”
“Not understanding the event and wishful to be wiser,” says Magpie, “I asks would you elucidate the why and the wherefor of this peculiar conduct, Yuma?”
“Feet racin’,” says Half-Mile. “I’m practising. Getting pretty fast.”
“Uh-huh,” says Magpie. “You having any success in racing with a bullet?”
“Racing with ——!” He stares at Magpie. “Think I’m a danged fool?”
“All depends on your answer, Half-Mile.”
“Aw ——! When Yuma shoots the gun I runs as fast as I can, sabe?”
“How many times have you done it today?” I asks.
“Six, wasn’t it, Yuma?”
“Seven.”