"I reckon it's up to you to make good." "Correct," agreed the stranger.

"I'm goin' to show you some real shootin'.

You got another can ?" Some one dived into the Silver Dollar and returned in a flash with another tomato can.

This the stranger took, removing the label, as the shooter had done.

Then, smiling, he took a position in the center of the street, the can in his right hand.
He did not draw his weapon as the shooter had done, but stood loosely in his place, his right hand still grasping the can, the left swinging idly by his side.