Into a chair." The little man was struggling and panting sometimes breaking into a trot to keep up with the immense strides of his companion.

"A chair?
You don't say so!" Bull was silent.
"How come he shot at a chair?
Drunk ?" "The chair was sailing through the air at him." "H'm!" returned Pete Reeve.

"Somebody throwed a chair at him, and the sheriff got rattled and shot at it instead of dodging?
Well, I've seen a pile of funnier things than that happen in gun play, off and on.

Who threw the chair ?" "I did." "You ?" He squinted up at the lofty form of Bull Hunter.

"What name did you say ?" he asked gently.
"Hunter is my name.