But once in a while somebody sicks a dog on Bart, and Bart jest nacherally chaws that dog in two.
Then the owner of the dog may start a fight, and Dan drops him and rides on." "With a trail of dead men behind him ?" cried the doctor, hunching his shoulders as if to shake off a chill.
"Dead?
Nope.

You don't have to shoot to kill when you can handle a gun the way Dan does.

Nope, he jest wings 'em.

Plants a chunk of lead in a shoulder, or an arm, or a leg.

That's all.