"Lucky you came, Shorty," he added jocosely.
Shorty's lips grimmed.

"I reckon it's lucky I'm here right now!" he said shortly.

"You're hit bad, Lawler!" He led Lawler into the cabin, where he tore away the latter's shirt and exposed the wound--high up on the shoulder.
After a swift examination, Shorty exclaimed with relief.
"It ain't so bad, after all.

She bored through that big muscle.

Must have struck like a batterin' ram.