He was in the midst of his rush after one of the chipped coins.

The other cowpuncher received his weapon almost with reverence.
"I'm thankin' you for the loan," said Dan, "an here's hopin' you always have luck with the gun." "Luck ?" said the other.

"I sure _will_ have luck with it.

I'm goin' to oil her up and put her in a glass case back home, an' when I get grandchildren I'm goin' to point out that gun to 'em and tell 'em what men used to do in the old days.

Let's go in an' surround some red-eye at my expense." "No thanks," answered Dan, "I ain't drinkin'." He stepped back to the edge of the circle and folded his arms.