That's because I haven't any nerves, as you say, but I'll never be able to get out a gun as fast as a thought--the way you do.

Fact is, Pete, I don't think fast, you know." "Shut up!" exploded Pete Reeve, who had been inwardly chafing with impatience during the whole length of this speech.

"Sometimes you talk like a fool, Bull, and this is one time!" Bull shook his head.

"My arms are too big," he said sadly.

"The muscle gets in my way.