He came back with the first stack of flapjacks and bacon and more questions.

"But I'd think that a gent like you'd be pretty careful about tangling with Pete Reeve--him being so handy with a gun and you such a tolerable big target." "I've figured that all out," said Bull calmly.

"But they's so much of me to kill that I don't figure one bullet could do the work.

Do you ?" The eyes of the proprietor grew large.

He swallowed, and before he could answer Bull continued in the exposition of his theory.