The mountains ain't big enough for both of us to go rangin' forever.

We had to lock horns some day.

An' I say, God help Tex Calder!" He turned abruptly to the rest of the men.
"Boys, I got somethin' to tell you that Shorty jest heard.

Tex Calder is after us." There came a fluent outburst of cursing.
Silent went on: "I know jest how slick Calder is.

I'm bettin' on my draw to be jest the necessary half a hair quicker.