If a man had turned that trick on him, a .45-caliber slug would have gone crashing through the door in search of him to teach him a Westerner's opinion of such manners.
Ronicky Doone could not help smiling to himself, as he saw Bill Gregg stump stiffly down the stairs, limping a little on his wounded leg, and come back with a grave dignity to the starting point.

He was still crimson to the roots of his hair.
"Let's start," he said.

"If that happens again I'll be doing a couple of murders in this here little town and getting myself hung." "What happened ?" "An old hag jerked open the door after I rang the bell.

I asked her nice and polite if a lady named Caroline Smith was in the house?
'No,' says she, 'and if she was, what's that to you ?' I told her I'd come a long ways to see Caroline.

'Then go a long ways back without seeing Caroline,' says this withered old witch, and she banged the door right in my face.