I reckon you ain't hurt ?" he added, putting a little anxiety into his voice.
"Hurt nothin'," growled Taggart.

"You hit the stock of the rifle." "I reckon that wouldn't be accounted bad shootin' at a hundred an' twenty-five feet," said Calumet.

"If you hadn't had the rifle in the way you'd have got it plumb in your bread-basket.

But don't be down-hearted; that ain't nothin' to what I can do when I get my hand in.

I ain't had no practice." He had an immense advantage over Taggart.