There wasn't no hard feelin's. An' the gang
wasn't payin' no pertic'lar attention. But like a cat watchin' a
mouse I hed my eyes on them two fellers. It was strange to me,
thet confab. I'm gittin' to think a lot, fer a feller who doesn't
know much. There's been some queer deals lately an' this seemed
to me the queerest. These men stood to the bar alone, an' so
close their big gun-hilts butted together. I seen Oldrin' was
some surprised at first, an' Lassiter was cool as ice. They
talked, an' presently at somethin' Lassiter said the rustler
bawled out a curse, an' then he jest fell up against the bar, an'
sagged there. The gang in the saloon looked around an' laughed,
an' thet's about all. Finally Oldrin' turned, and it was easy to
see somethin' hed shook him. Yes, sir, thet big rustler--you know
he's as broad as he is long, an' the powerfulest build of a
man--yes, sir, the nerve had been taken out of him. Then, after a
little, he began to talk an' said a lot to Lassiter, an' by an'
by it didn't take much of an eye to see thet Lassiter was gittin'
hit hard. I never seen him anyway but cooler 'n ice--till then.
He seemed to be hit harder 'n Oldrin', only he didn't roar out
thet way. He jest kind of sunk in, an' looked an' looked, an' he
didn't see a livin' soul in thet saloon. Then he sort of come to,
an' shakin' hands--mind you, shakin' hands with Oldrin'--he went
out.
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