No wonder you was weak an' dizzy for a minute or so.

There's a hole big enough to stick your hand through.

But she ain't dangerous, Boss!" Shorty had not been touched by the bullets the outlaws had sent at him.
He was energy, personified.

He got water, bathed the wound in Lawler's shoulder; bandaged it, and at last grinned widely as Lawler got up, saying he felt better.
A little later they went out and mounted their horses.

Lawler was pale, though he sat steadily in the saddle; and Shorty, big, exuding elation, grinned broadly as he glanced at the cabin as they rode away from it.
They rode up the river trail; Shorty expressing his elation by emitting low chuckles of grim mirth; Lawler silent, riding steadily, his gaze straight ahead.
It took them long to reach the point on the plains where the trails diverged.