Charity always sort of interests me when I'm on the receivin' end!" The crowd chuckled, and the sound infuriated Silent.
"Don't go back jest yet, partners," he drawled.

"Mister Morgan, I got one hundred bones which holler that I can plug that dollar the second try." "Boys," grinned Morgan, "I'm leavin' you to witness that I hate to do it, but business is business.

Here you are!" The coin whirled again.

Silent, with his lips pressed into a straight line and his brows drawn dark over his eyes, waited until the coin reached the height of its rise, and then fired--missed--fired again, and sent the coin spinning through the air in a flashing semicircle.
It was a beautiful piece of gun-play.

In the midst of the clamour of applause Silent strode towards Morgan with his hand outstretched.
"After all," he said.