It haunts you, like the face of the girl you love.

You see!" Bull Hunter did not see, but he had nodded humbly, after his fashion, and obeyed.

Now, with his arm fallen loose at his side he peered studiously into the face of his master gunman and waited for the next order.
"Draw!" The command was snapped out; Bull's gun whipped from the holster; and Pete Reeve drew in the same instant, carelessly, his eyes watching the movement of Bull instead of paying heed and put his gun up again, but Bull followed the example almost reluctantly.
"Nearly beat you that time, Pete," he exclaimed happily.

"But maybe you weren't half trying ?" "Beat me ?" sneered Pete.

"I wasn't half trying, but you didn't beat me.