A girl that never seen a man before could tell that he wasn't any more dangerous now than if he was made of putty; but if the fool keeps packin' them guns he's sure to get into trouble." He raised his glass.
"So here's to the man that Sandy was and ain't no more." They drank solemnly.
"Maybe you took the fall out of him yourself, Flanders ?" "Nope.

I ain't no fighter, Steve.

You know that.

The feller that downed Sandy was--a tenderfoot.

Yep, a greenhorn." "Ah-h-h," drawled Nash softly, "I thought so." "You did ?" "Anyway, let's hear the story.