I took a shot at him, and I think I nicked him.
He ducked, and there weren't any more rifle bullets coming my way." "You nicked him with your six-shooter?
And him so far off you couldn't recognize him again ?" Dave looked at Bud sharply.

"That's purty good shootin', strikes me." "Well, he stood up against the sky-line, and he wasn't more than seventy-five yards," Bud explained.

"I've dropped antelope that far, plenty of times.

The light was bad, this evening." "Antelope," Dave repeated meditatively, and winked at his men.

"All right, Bud--we'll let it stand at antelope.