What do you call ?" "Red," answered Hopalong.
The sheriff slowly raised his hand and revealed the ace of hearts.
Hopalong leaned back and laughed, at the same time taking from his pocket the six extracted cartridges.

Arising and going over to the bed he slipped them in the chambers of the new gun and then placed the loaded weapon at the sheriff's elbow.
"Well, I reckon I'll amble, sheriff," he said as he opened the door.

"If yu ever sifts up my way drop in an' see me--th' boys'll give yu a good time." "Thanks; I will be glad to," replied the sheriff.

"You'll take your pitcher to the well once too often some day, my friend.

This courtesy," glancing at the restored revolver, "might have cost you dearly." "Shoo! I did that once an' th' feller tried to use it," replied the cowboy as he backed through the door.