'Pears to me I once seen your Dad in a gunscrape over at Santone, years ago.
Wal, I put my oar in to-day among the fellers, an' I says: 'What ails you locoed gents?
Did young Duane budge an inch when Bo came roarin' out, blood in his eye?
Wasn't he cool an' quiet, steady of lips, an' weren't his eyes readin' Bo's mind?
An' thet lightnin' draw--can't you-all see thet's a family gift ?'" Euchre's narrow eyes twinkled, and he gave the dough he was rolling a slap with his flour-whitened hand.

Manifestly he had proclaimed himself a champion and partner of Duane's, with all the pride an old man could feel in a young one whom he admired.
"Wal," he resumed, presently, "thet's your introduction to the border, Buck.

An' your card was a high trump.

You'll be let severely alone by real gun-fighters an' men like Bland, Alloway, Rugg, an' the bosses of the other gangs.

After all, these real men are men, you know, an' onless you cross them they're no more likely to interfere with you than you are with them.