31:27:

"I blew my bugle until a good-sized crowd had gathered. ‘Ladies and gents,’ I bellowed out in frustration. You see before you a poor plain honest itinerant tooth-hoister hounded like a criminal by the ethical dentists to this godless wilderness. And what for? Because I dared to cut prices and advertise.’

"At that moment a pistol shot from the back row lifted my top hat from my head. [That was bullet hole number three.]

“‘I’m Parson JB Towers,’ shouted the marksman, waving a huge shooting iron. ‘And I don’t aim to hear this fair territory called godless by little runs in the pay of Satan!’”