I'm dry!" thundered Silent.
"Sure!" nodded Whistling Dan amiably, "glad to!" and he went accordingly towards the bar.
The men about the room looked to each other with sick smiles.
There was an excuse for acquiescence, for the figure of Jim Silent contrasted with Whistling Dan was like an oak compared with a sapling.
Nevertheless such bland cowardice as Dan was showing made their flesh creep.

He asked at the bar for the whisky, and Morgan spoke as Dan filled a glass nearly to the brim.
"Dan," he whispered rapidly, "I got a gun behind the bar.

Say the word an' I'll take the chance of pullin' it on that big skunk.

Then you make a dive for the door.

Maybe I can keep him back till you get on Satan." "Why should I beat it ?" queried Dan, astonished.