He jest kind of sunk in, an' looked an' looked, an' he didn't see a livin' soul in thet saloon.

Then he sort of come to, an' shakin' hands--mind you, shakin' hands with Oldrin'-- he went out.

I couldn't help thinkin' how easy even a boy could hev dropped the great gun-man then!...

Wal, the rustler stood at the bar fer a long time, en' he was seein' things far off, too; then he come to an' roared fer whisky, an' gulped a drink thet was big enough to drown me." "Is Oldring here now ?" whispered Venters.

He could not speak above a whisper.