No hard feelings, only yu better throw it next time," he said as he backed away and rode off.

Manuel went down the street and then ran into the saloon, where he caused an uproar.
Hopalong rode to the end of the plaza and tried to sing, but it was a dismal failure.

Then he felt thirsty and wondered why he hadn't thought of it before.

Turning his horse and seeing the saloon he rode up to it and in, lying flat on the animal's neck to avoid being swept off by the door frame.

His entrance scared white some half a dozen loungers, who immediately sprang up in a decidedly hostile manner.