It was a light affair, and he easily raised it for the final toss of triumph.
"Throw it high as you can over those tables and toward the bar," called Baird.

The figure was thrown as directed.
"Fine work! Now look up, as if he was still in the air, now down, now brush your left sleeve lightly with your right hand, now brush your right sleeve lightly with your left hand.
"All right--cut.

Great, Merton! If that don't get you a hand I don't know what will.

Now all outside for the horseback stuff!" Outside, the faithful cowboys leaped into their saddles and urged their beloved leader to do the same.

But he lingered beside his own horse, pleading with them to go ahead.