I'll meet him and have another talk some day." "Well, the range ain't very small." "But my dear fellow, it's not nearly as big as my certainty of meeting this--cur." There is something in a low, slow voice more thrilling than the thunder of actual rage.

Those who heard glanced to one another with thoughtful eyes.

They were thinking of Nash, and thinking of him with sympathy.
Little Duffy, squat and thick-set, felt inspiration descend on him.

He turned to Bard on his left.
"That ain't a full-size forty-five, is it--that one you're packin' ?" "Doesn't it look it ?" answered Bard.
"Nope.

Holster seems pretty small to me." "It's the usual gun, I'm sure," said Bard, and pulled the weapon from the leather.
Holding the butt loosely, his trigger finger hooked clear around the far side of the guard, he showed the gun.
"I was wrong," nodded Duffy unabashed, "that's the regular kind.