He had furthermore a quiet grey eye, with the glint of steel that bore out the inference of the tied holsters.
The newcomer dropped his reins on his pony's neck, eased himself to an attitude of attention, and looked down gravely on what was taking place.

He saw over the heads of the bystanders a tall, muscular, wild-eyed man, hatless, his hair rumpled into staring confusion, his right sleeve rolled to his shoulder, a wicked-looking nine-inch knife in his hand, and a red bandana handkerchief hanging by one corner from his teeth.
"What's biting the locoed stranger ?" the young man inquired of his neighbour.
The other frowned at him darkly.
"Dare's anyone to take the other end of that handkerchief in his teeth, and fight it out without letting go." "Nice joyful proposition," commented the young man.
He settled himself to closer attention.

The wild-eyed man was talking rapidly.

What he said cannot be printed here.

Mainly was it derogatory of the southern countries.