"Good!" he cried, heartily.

"I'd about as soon face Old Tom Parker, like that fellow in the restaurant did, as to face Jackson.

He'd sink a stillson in my head, sure, if--" "Parker?
Was that old man Miss Parker's father ?" "Certainly! What d'you think ailed that gunman?
D'you think he got the flu or something, all of a sudden?
There ain't anybody left tough enough to hanker for Tom's scalp.

He's pinned a rose on all of those old-timers, and he's deadly poison to the new crop." For the first time Calvin Gray understood clearly the reason for the unexpected outcome of that encounter in the cafe.

No wonder the stranger's trigger finger had been paralyzed.