Just as we passed, a rather thin, stooped man, walking along on the other side of the street, rushed across, right in front of my lead team, and drawing a pistol, aimed at the black-bearded man, who in turn stepped out of line and drew his own weapon.
"I call upon you all to witness," said the black-bearded man, "that I act in self-defense." A bystander seized the thin man's pistol hand, and yelled at him not to shoot or he might kill some one--of course he meant some one he did not aim at, but it sounded a little funny, and I laughed.

Several joined in the laugh, and there was a good deal of confusion.

At last I heard the black-bearded man say, "I'm here alone.

He's accused his wife of being too thick with a dozen men.

He's insanely jealous, gentlemen.