He shot me in the back, the measly skunk!

Masterson came to his feet like a flash, a gun in each hand, saying, 'Stand up, you measly skunk, so I can see you.'

P'raps they haven't gone far, Ned, and if we got a hustle on we might manage to ketch up with the measly skunks.

Fer about three weeks we 've been watchin' them measly skunks take out our mineral, an' for one I 'm a-goin' ter quit.

"The measly skunk!" he said, and disappeared.

" Measly skunk!" he panted; "a-campin' on my trail an' lettin' me do the work, an' then shootin' me in the back!"