"I'm troubled that way, you see," he explained, with elaborate politeness.

"Often do things upon impulse, don't you know--beastly embarrassing sometimes." Nick glared at this polite, soft-spoken gentleman, with half-amused anger.

"I heard there was a dude tenderfoot hangin' 'round the Cross-Triangle," he said, at last.

"You're sure a hell of a fine specimen.

You've had your drink; now s'pose you get a-goin'." "I beg pardon ?" drawled Patches, looking at him with innocent inquiry.
"Vamoose! Get out! Go on about your business." "Really, Mr.Cambert, I understood that this was open range--" Patches looked about, as though carefully assuring himself that he was not mistaken in the spot.
The big man's eyes narrowed wickedly.