It rested on a Mexican.
"Hi, Tony! come here," he called.
The Mexican approached, flashing his white teeth.
"Here," said the stranger, "lend me your knife a minute." The Mexican, anticipating sport of his own peculiar kind, obeyed with alacrity.
"You fellows make me tired," observed the stranger, dismounting.

"He's got the whole townful of you bluffed to a standstill.

Damn if I don't try his little game." He hung his coat on his saddle, shouldered his way through the press, which parted for him readily, and picked up the other corner of the handkerchief.
"Now, you mangy son of a gun," said he..