Counterfeit ?" It seemed that no one heard his words.

The men were making a wild scramble for the dollars.

They dived into the dust for them, rising white of face and clothes to fight and struggle over their prizes.
Those dollars with the chips and neat round holes in them would confirm the truth of a story that the most credulous might be tempted to laugh or scorn.

A cowpuncher offered ten dollars for one of the relics--but none would part with a prize.
The moment the shooting was over Dan stepped quietly back and restored the guns to the owners.

The first man seized his weapon carelessly.