Would you mind taking my job a minute while I go outside ?" "Not in the least; take your time.

Let me see what the tickets look like.

That 's all right--say, Masters, before you go, do you know that big duffer with a black beard in the front line ?" The other gave a quick glance down the faces.
"I've seen him before; dealt faro at the Poodle Dog a while; said to be a gun-man.

Never heard his name.

Oh, yes, come to think about it, they called him 'Reb'-- Confed soldier, I reckon.