"Why, he's all right.

He's just been layin' 'round a little, like a dog that's been cut up some in a wolf fight, but he's all right now.

Shoulder's about well, an' as fer the knife-cut, it never did amount to nothin' much.

You can't hurt a Greaser much, not noways such a big one as Juan.

But didn't he git action in that little difficulty o' his'n?
You could a-broke the whole Cheyenne tribe, if you could a-got a-bettin' with 'em before that fight." "Odds was a hundred to one against us, shure," said Battersleigh, seating himself in the doorway of the shack.