He shot again at the door and it sagged outward, accompanied by the thud of a falling body.

"Pies like mother used to make," he announced to the loft as he slipped the magazine full of .45-70'S.

"An' pills like popper used to take," he continued when he had lowered the level of the water in his flask.
He rolled a cigarette and tossed the match into the air, extinguishing it by a shot from his Colt.
"Got any cigarettes, Hoppy ?" said a voice from below.
"Shore," replied the joyous puncher, recognizing Pete; "how'd yu git here ?" "Like a cow.

Busy ?" "None whatever.

Comin' up ?" "Nope.