"God, but I'm glad!" "I guess the rest of us ain't," insinuated Andy softly, and lifted his hat to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"I will say that--" After all, he did not.

Instead, he knelt beside Happy Jack and painstakingly adjusted the crumpled hat a hair's breadth differently.
"How do yuh feel, old-timer ?" he asked with a very thin disguise of cheerfulness upon the anxiety of his tone.
"Well, I could feel a lot--better, without hurtin' nothin," Happy Jack responded somberly.

"I hope you fellers--feel better, now.

Yuh got 'em--tryin' to murder--the hull outfit; jes' like I--told yuh they would--" Gunshot wounds, contrary to the tales of certain sentimentalists, do not appreciably sweeten, or even change, a man's disposition.