I allow Whistlin' Dan could do that an' more, but he ain't human with a gun." "How d'you know ?" asked Jack, "I ain't ever seen him packin' a six-gun." "Sure you ain't," answered Morgan, "but I have, an' I seen him use it, too.

It was jest sort of by chance I saw it." "Well," argued Mike anxiously, "then you allow it's possible if Whistlin' Dan can do it.

An' I say I seen a chap who could turn the trick." "An' who in hell is this Whistlin' Dan ?" asked Jim Silent.
"He's the man that caught Satan, an' rode him," answered a bystander.
"Some man if he can ride the devil," laughed Lee Haines.
"I mean the black mustang that ran wild around here for a couple of years.

Some people tell tales about him being a wonder with a gun.

But Morgan's the only one who claims to have seen him work." "Maybe you did see it, and maybe you didn't," Morgan was saying to Mike noncommittally, "but there's some pretty fair shots in this room, which I'd lay fifty bucks no man here could hit a dollar with a six-gun at twenty paces." "While they're arguin'," said Bill Kilduff, "I reckon I'll hit the trail." "Wait a minute," grinned Jim Silent, "an' watch me have some fun with these short-horns." He spoke more loudly: "Are you makin' that bet for the sake of arguin', partner, or do you calculate to back it up with cold cash ?" Morgan whirled upon him with a scowl, "I ain't pulled a bluff in my life that I can't back up!" he said sharply.
"Well," said Silent, "I ain't so flush that I'd turn down fifty bucks when a kind Christian soul, as the preachers say, slides it into my glove.