But didn't yu see too much of 'em once, or was yu poundin' leather in the other direction?
Yu don't want to worry none about me--an' if yu don't get yore hands closter to yore neck they'll be heck to pay! There, that's more like home," he remarked, nodding assurance.
Reaching over he grasped a bottle and poured out a drink, his Colt slipping from his hand and dangling from his wrist by a thong.

As the weapon started to fall several of the audience involuntarily moved as if to pick it up.

Hopalong noticed this and paused with the glass half way to his lips.

"Don't bother yoreselves none; I can git it again," he said, tossing off the liquor.
"Wow! Holy smoke!" he yelled.

"This ain't drink! Sufferin' coyotes, nobody can accuse yu of sellin' liquor! Did yu make this all by yoreself ?" He asked incredulously of the proprietor, who didn't know whether to run or to pray.