Come over here an' corral this cussed bandage an' gimme some water," snapped the injured man.
Skinny wormed his way through the thorny chaparral and bound up the shoulder.

"Anything else ?" he asked.
"Yes.

Shoot that bunch of warts an' blow that tobacco-eyed Gila to Cheyenne.

This here's worse than the time we cleaned out th' C 80 outfit!" Then he kicked the dead toad and swore at the sun.
"Close yore yap; yore worse than a kid! Anybody'd think yu never got plugged afore," said Skinny indignantly.
"I can cuss all I wants," replied Hopalong, proving his assertion as he grabbed his gun and fired at the dead Indian.

A bullet whined above his head and Skinny fired at the smoke.