You look dangerous, but I've an idea that you are as yellow as your moustache.' "Sandy, he sort of swelled up all over like a poisoned dog.
"He says: 'I begin to see your style.

You want a clean man-handlin', which suits me uncommon well.' "With that, he lays down his guns, soft and careful, and puts up his fists, and goes for the other gent.
"He makes his pass, which should have sent the other gent into kingdom come.

But it didn't.

No, sir, the tenderfoot, he seemed to evaporate.

He wasn't there when the fist of Ferguson come along.