His revolvers were put away in his valise where they could not be reached in a hurry.

Reynolds had said to him, "Now, Mose, you're going into a country where they settle things with fists, so leave your guns at home.

Keep cool and don't mix in where there's no call to mix in.

If a man gives you lip--walk off and leave him--don't hunt your guns." Mose had also purchased a "hard" hat and shaved off his mustache in Canon City, and Reynolds himself would not have known him as he sauntered about the station room.

Every time he lifted his fingers to his mustache he experienced a shock, and coming before a big mirror over the fireplace he stared with amazement--so boyish and so sorrowful did he appear to himself.