"You needn't have worried.

Sling a blanket over that window so no one can see in." He had his shirt off and had been in the act of bandaging a wound that the bullet had cut in his shoulder.
"Let me tie that up," I said, taking the strips of linen.

"Ahuh! Shot you from behind, didn't he ?" "How else, you locoed lady-charmer?
It's a wonder I didn't have to tell you that." "Tell me about it." Steele related a circumstance differing little from other attempts at his life, and concluded by saying that Snecker was a good runner if he was not a good shot.
I finished the bandaging and stood off, admiring Steele's magnificent shoulders.

I noted, too, on the fine white skin more than one scar made by bullets.

I got an impression that his strength and vitality were like his spirit--unconquerable! "So you knew it was Bill Snecker's son ?" I asked when I had told him about finding the rustler.
"Sure.