"Friend, if he ain't real, then I'm a ghost.

And they's them in Elkhead that's got the scars of his comin' and goin'." "Ah, an outlaw?
A gunfighter ?" queried the doctor.
"Listen to me, son," observed the host, and to make his point he tapped the hollow chest of Byrne with a rigid forefinger, "around these parts you know jest as much as you see, and lots of times you don't even know that much.

What you see is sometimes your business, but mostly it ain't." He concluded impressively: "Words is worse'n bullets!" "Well," mused Byrne, "I can ask the girl these questions.

It will be medically necessary." "Ask the girl?
Ask her ?" echoed the host with a sort of horror.

But he ended with a forced restraint: "That's _your_ business.".