"Hurt?
No! Can't you see what I lit in?
Dale, the sun-of-a-gun didn't throw me.

He fell, and I went over his head." "Right.

You sure rode him.

An' he tripped an' slung you a mile," replied Dale.

"It's lucky you lit in that bog." "Lucky! With eyes and nose stopped up?
Oooo! I'm full of mud.