I couldn't help hearing you, partner." The man of the sneer looked him over leisurely.

"Western," he said at last, "decidedly Western.
"Are you staying long in the East, my friend ?" "I dunno," said Ronicky Doone, smiling faintly at the coolness of the other.

"What do you think about it ?" "Meaning that I'm liable to put an end to your stay ?" "Maybe!" "Tush, tush! I suppose Ruth has filled your head with a lot of rot about what a terrible fellow I am.

But I don't use poison, and I don't kill with mysterious X-rays.

I am, as you see, a very quiet and ordinary sort." Ronicky Doone smiled again.