Tull was there, an' that fat party who once tried to throw a gun on me, an' other important-lookin' men, en' that little frog-legged feller who was with Tull the day I rode in here.

I wish you could have seen their faces, 'specially Tull's an' the fat party's.

But there ain't no use of me tryin' to tell you how they looked.
"Well, Venters an' I stood there in the middle of the room with that batch of men all in front of us, en' not a blamed one of them winked an eyelash or moved a finger.

It was natural, of course, for me to notice many of them packed guns.

That's a way of mine, first noticin' them things.