"This is your fourth.

Then we'll be hittin' the breeze to the Lazy Y.

Betty'll be lonesome without me." He laughed raucously, filled his glass and drank its contents.

Then he turned from the bar and walked toward the door.

Half way to it, Dade following him, he halted, for the voice of a man who sat at a table reached him.
"Aw, Taggart," it said loudly, "you're crowdin' the ante a little, ain't you ?" The speaker laughed.