"Yu cow-wrastlers make me tired, an' I'm goin' to show yu that this town is too good for you.

Yu can say it right now that yu are a ornery, game-leg--" Hopalong smashed his insulter squarely between the eyes with all the power of his sinewy body behind the blow, knocking him in a heap under the table.

Then he quickly glanced at the card players and saw a hostile movement.

His gun was out in a flash and he covered the trio as he walked up to them.

Never in all his life had he felt such a desire to kill.