An' git some .45's, mine's purty near gone." Johnny crawled down the arroyo and reappeared at Hopalong's barn.
As he entered the door a handful of empty shells fell on his hat and dropped to the floor.

He shook his head and remarked, "That mus' be that fool Hopalong." "Yore shore right.

How's business ?" inquired the festive Cassidy.
"Purty fair.

Billy's got one.

How many's gone ?" "Buck's got three, I got two and Skinny's got one.