The train had pulled out of Stillwater.

The sound of the coughing of the engine, as it started up, came faintly to them after a moment.
"Of all the darned fools!" said the two men in one voice.
And then they grinned at each other.

Certainly it was not the first fight or the first wound for either of them.
"I'm sorry," they began again, speaking together in chorus.
"Matter of fact," said Ronicky Doone, "that bay means a pile to me.
When I seen the red on her side--" "Can't be more than a chance prick." "I know," said Ronicky, "but I didn't stop to think." "And I should of give you fair warning before I went for the gat." "Look here," said Ronicky, "you talk like a straight sort of a gent to me." "And you thought I was a cross between a hoss thief and a gunfighter ?" "I dunno what I thought, except that I wanted the mare back.

Stranger, I'm no end sorry this has happened.

Maybe you'd lemme know why you was in such a hurry to get to Stillwater.