"I ain't lookin' for trouble--I'm it!" Calumet's eyes twinkled.

This was a very discerning young man.
"Cleaned out, I reckon," he said.

"You look old enough to _sabe_ that playin' with a buzz saw is mild amusement compared with buckin' a gambler's game." "Got singed yourself, I reckon," said the puncher wearily.

"You know the signs.

Well, you've hit it.