text:  What about the scanner, Chester? Tell me. Oh, it was terrible, Mr. Dillon. Doc said he don't know how he lived as long as he did. Did he talk to Doc? Oh, goodness knows. Poor fella. How do you suppose it happened, Chester? Why, a hot lead. Had a whole pan full of it, they told me. Yeah. But what man's gonna pick up 50 or 60 pounds of molten lead and spill it all over him? Oh, well, he... I hadn't thought of that.