The can leaped, careened sideways, and fell, shattered, to the street, thirty feet distant from the stranger.
Several men sprang forward to examine it.
"Six times!" ejaculated the tall man in an awed tone.

"An' he didn't pull his gun till he'd throwed the can!" He approached the stranger, drawing him confidentially aside.

The crowd slowly dispersed, loudly proclaiming the stranger's ability with the six-shooter.

The latter took his honors lightly, the mocking smile again on his face.
"I'm lookin' for a man who can shoot," said the tall man, when the last man of the crowd had disappeared into the saloon.
The stranger smiled.

"I reckon you've just seen some shootin'," he returned.
The tall man smiled mirthlessly.