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The Sixth Man.
It caused a quick turning of heads.
"I don't want to put you out none," said the applicant gently.

His voice was extremely gentle, and there was about him all the shrinking aloofness of the naturally timid.

The deputy looked him over with quiet amusement--slender fellow with the gentlest brown eyes--and then with a quick side glance invited the crowd to get in on the joke.
"You ain't puttin' me out," he assured the other.

"Not if you pay for your own ammunition." "Oh, yes," answered the would-be man-hunter, "I reckon I could afford that." He was so serious about it that the crowd murmured its amusement instead of bursting into loud laughter.