"Honorable Patches! That's a hell of a name, now, ain't it ?" The man went two long steps toward the mocking rider, and spoke quietly, but with unmistakable meaning.
"I'll endeavor to make it all of that for you, if you will get off your horse." The grinning cowboy, with a wink at his companion, dismounted cheerfully.

Curly Elson was held to be the best man with his hands in Yavapai County.

He could not refuse so tempting an opportunity to add to his well-earned reputation.
Five minutes later Curly lifted himself on one elbow in the corral dust, and looked up with respectful admiration to the quiet man who stood waiting for him to rise.

Curly's lip was bleeding generously; the side of his face seemed to have slipped out of place, and his left eye was closing surely and rapidly.
"Get up," said the tall man calmly.

"There is more where that came from, if you want it." The cowboy grinned painfully.