Shot through the leg--shattered a bone, by cripes!--las' night, only; and here he's makin' a hand and ridin' and cussin' same as any of us t'day.

We ain't goin' to let yuh grouch around, that's all.

We claim we got a vacation comm' to us; you're shot up, now, and that's fun enough for one man, without throwin' it into the whole bunch.

Why, a little nick like that ain't nothin'; nothin' a-tall.

Why, I've been shot right through here, by cripes"-- Big Medicine laid an impressive finger-tip on the top button of his trousers--"and it come out back here"-- he whirled and showed his thumb against the small of his back--"and I never laid off but that day and part uh the next.