But he hadn't throwed either of the big black guns, an' I thought thet strange.

An' all this was happenin' quick--you can't imagine how quick.
"There come a scrapin' on the floor an' Dyer got up, his face like lead.
I wanted to watch Lassiter, but Dyer's face, onct I seen it like thet, glued my eyes.

I seen him go fer his gun--why, I could hev done better, quicker--an' then there was a thunderin' shot from Lassiter, an' it hit Dyer's right arm, an' his gun went off as it dropped.

He looked at Lassiter like a cornered sage-wolf, an' sort of howled, an' reached down fer his gun.

He'd jest picked it off the floor an' was raisin' it when another thunderin' shot almost tore thet arm off--so it seemed to me.
The gun dropped again an' he went down on his knees, kind of flounderin' after it.