Here was a man who had been forty years dealing with all kinds of men and events.
"Bludsoe, you can't fool me," said old Bill, calmly.

He had roared at them, and his eyes still flashed like blue fire, but he was calm and cool.

Returning the gun to its owner, he continued: "I reckon you'd spare my feelin's an' lie about some trick of Jack's.

Did he bust out ?" "Wal, tolerable like," replied Bludsoe, dryly.
"Ahuh! Tell me, then--an' no lies." Belllounds's shrewd eyes had rested upon Wilson Moore.

The cowboy's face showed the red marks of battle and the white of passion.
"I'm not going to lie, you can bet on that," he declared, forcefully.
"Ahuh! I might hev knowed you an' Jack'd clash," said Belllounds, gruffly.