"He just now went out the door." The deputy swore again, but he added, enlightened; "Going to plead self-defense, eh ?" Big O'Brien leaned over the bar.
"Listen, Fatty," he said earnestly, "There ain't no doubt of it.

Jerry had his war-paint on.

He tried to kill this feller Barry's wolf." "Wolf ?" cut in the deputy marshal.
"Dog, I guess," qualified the bartender.

"I dunno.

Anyway, Jerry made all the leads; this Barry simply done the finishing.