Got to get back before my money gives out." He did not intend to enter the revolver contest, but it offered so easy to his hand that he went in and won hands down.

His arm was lame, but his nerves, not fevered by whisky, swiftly recovered tone.

He was careful, however, not to go beyond the limits of the contest as he should have done had his arm possessed all of its proper cunning.

He had no real competitor but Dan, who had been drinking steadily all day and was unfitted for his work.

Mose lost nothing in the trial.
That night he put into his pocket one hundred and twenty dollars as the result of his day's work, and immediately asked to be released of his duties as guard.
The manager of the Express Company said: "I'm sorry you're leaving us, and I hope you'll return to us soon.