At any rate, as he went out, he quietly hung up his six-shooter behind the door.

This act meant, of course, that for the time he was legally dead; he no longer existed.

The six-shooter hung there for nearly four months, and Uncle Jim said nothing of pay, and the meals were regular and good.

The intention of every man in that little valley to do "about what was right" was silently and fully evidenced.

That a man would give up his gun was proof enough of that.