Free drinks to all the toughs in the town! They're pouring the stuff down all the time." "Well," Quest decided, "I'm going in and I'm going in unarmed.

You can bring your men in later, if I call for help or if you hear any shooting." "You're asking for trouble," the Sheriff warned him.
"I've got to do this my own way," Quest insisted.

"Stand by now." He pushed open the door of the saloon.

There were a dozen men drinking around the bar and in the centre of them Red Gallagher and his mate.

They seemed to be all shouting together, and the air was thick with tobacco smoke.