Seven necks stretched simultaneously to accommodate him, and seven voices answered in the affirmative.

The stranger calmly opened the box of matches, filled his silver match-safe, and then threw the box back on the counter, an unheard-of piece of profligacy in those parts.

"Needn't mind wrapping up the bottle," he said.
"Don't you care for these matches ?" asked Mr.Lamson in mild surprise.
"I'll donate them to the church," said the other, tossing a coin upon the counter and dashing from the store.

The crowd ebbed along behind him.

"Gentle as a lamb, isn't he ?" he called to Anderson Crow, who still clutched the bit.