"If this man is looking for trouble he can easily find it," one of them said.
The sheepman grimly replied: "I have the reputation in my country of taking care of myself." He drew a revolver and laid it affectionately in the hollow of his folded left arm.

"I have two of these, and in a mix-up with me, somebody generally gets hurt." There was deadly serenity in the stranger's utterance, and the cowboys allowed themselves to be persuaded into peace measures, though some went so far as to handle guns also.

They withdrew for a conference, and Jake said: "Stranger, we're with you in this fight; we're truck farmers at the mouth o' the Cannon Ball.

My name is Pratt." The sheepman smiled pleasantly.

"Mighty glad to know you, Mr.Pratt.