Take a bit o' rest thar, an' ye'll be all right.
It's safe 'nough fer the present whar we are, fer as thet bunch o' chicken thieves is concerned.

Yer wa'n't hurt, or nuthin', durin' the scrap ?" "No more than a few bruises, but it an happened so quickly I haven't any breath left.

I'll be all right in a minute.

How are we fixed for ammunition ?" "Blame pore, if yer ask me; not more'n twenty cartridges atween us.

I wa'n't a lookin' fer no such scrap just now; but we'll get along, I reckon, fer thar ain't any o' that bunch anxious ter get hurt none, less maybe it might be Lacy.