"So you're Mr.Keith, are you ?" "That is my name," said Keith, feeling his blood tingling.
"Well, you're the man I'm a-lookin' for.

No, you won't drink with me, 'cause I won't let you, you -- -- -- -- -- --! You are the -- -- -- -- that comes here insultin' a lady ?" "No; I am not," said Keith, keeping his eyes on him.
"You're a liar!" said Mr.Bluffy, adding his usual expletives.

"And you're the man I've come back here a-huntin' for.

I promised to drive you out of town to-night if I had to go to hell a-doin' it." His white-handled pistol was out of his waistband with a movement so quick that he had it cocked and Keith was looking down the barrel before he took in what had been done.

Quickness was Mr.Bluffy's strongest card, and he had played it often.
Keith's face paled slightly.