‘Oh, abstively. I—say, I’ve lost my gun!’
‘Same here,’ sadly. ‘What did yuh shoot at?’
‘I dunno. I thought somebody slammed the door shut on me. Anyway, I got knocked down and my gun went off. I got up as quick as I could and shoved the door open, when somebody comes bouncin’ almost into me; so I jist cuts loose and fights f’r m’ life.’
‘That was me,’ dismally. ‘I fell out of the hayloft.’
‘Mebby it was the wind.’
‘What was the wind?’
‘Slammed the door ag’in’ me.’
‘Mebby. Where’s the bottle?’
‘Some’ers; I ain’t got it. We can git more in Mesa.’
‘Aw, I wasn’t thirsty—I wanted to bust it over a rock.’