"Is he any good?"

"Kill at hundred and twenty."

"What? Inches?"

"Inches be d.a.m.ned! Yards, man!"

"You never killed anything with him."

"Ain't he, though? I know he have."

"What have you killed? A dead cat?"

"Dead cat! You're afraid to let me try him on you."

"You couldn't hit a barn door."

"I tell you what I done."

"What's that? Oh! I know. Who shot the sheep? Baa-a-a!"

"Shut your blasted head!"

"Pride o' the Prairie! Got any cartridges?"

"Half a boxful."

"Slugs or bullets?"

"Slugs."

"Let's have a look!"

"Get this work done first. 'Twill be breakfast-time directly."

"Hey-up! He's slightly wasted."

"I should blasted well think so."

_Crack._

_Boom._

"h.e.l.lo! There's another snider!"

_Bang._

"Keep him there! We don't want your sc.r.a.p."

"Pi, Pi, Balli! Tha's a good heat, mate!"

"We haven't done anything yet."

"What! Tell somebody else that yarn! Hear that, Jim?"

"Wha's up?"

"Chargeman says we ain't done nothin' yet."

"More we ain't, have us?"

"Have us not! Tha's only a rumour."

"I didn't think we had."

"You bin asleep an' only just woke up. All good uns, too."

"We shall want 'em, bi what I can see on it."

"What d'ya mean?"

"Look at the next hammer! They won't start to-day."

"How's that, mate?"

_Whizz._

"Mind my toe."

"Good shot, that!"

"Cool your tongs out."

"Have a drink."

"Put it on the anvil."

_Bang, bang, bang._

"Whoa! Tool."

"Ain't he slippy!"

"Light blow."

_Bang._

"That takes a bit of doing, one hand!"