Morgan moistened his white lips.
"You c'n see I'm not packin' any shootin' irons," said Dan.

"Has anybody got any suggestions ?" Every gun in the crowd was instantly at his service.

They were heartily tempted to despise Dan, but as one with the courage to attempt the impossible, they would help him as far as they could.

He took their guns one after the other, weighed them, tried the action, and handed them back.

It was almost as if there were a separate intelligence in the ends of his fingers which informed him of the qualities of each weapon.
"Nice gun," he said to the first man whose revolver he handled, "but I don't like a barrel that's quite so heavy.