Bull wiped it out of his eyes and went on gloomily.

He had been trodden upon in spirit once more.

But, after all, that was so old a story that it made little difference.

It convinced him, however, of one thing; he could never do anything with the sheriff man to man.

Certainly he would need the help of a crowd before he faced the tall man and his cavalier mustaches.
He waited until after the supper at the hotel.