Pardner, just get me an extra box of cartridges and lead me to that town! But have you got the money ?" "Yes," laughed Black, holding up a roll of greenbacks.

"This and more, too!" Bad Pete surveyed the money hungrily.
"Some men who know me," he muttered thickly, "would be afraid to show me a whole bankful of money when there was no one else looking." "I'm not afraid of you, Pete," replied Black quietly.

"You might shoot me, if you felt you could get away with it.

Do you notice that my left hand is in my pocket! I'm a left-handed shooter, you see." Pete glanced covertly at that bulging left trousers' pocket of the engineer.
"You won't have to do anything like that to get the money, Pete.
Save your cartridges for other people.

There, I've let go of my gun.