He still sat lazily in the saddle, his gaze wandering languidly over the crowd.

The latter plainly expected him to take part in the shooting match and was impatient over his inaction.
"Two-gun," sneered a man who stood near the saloon door.

"I wonder what he totes them two guns for ?" The shooter heard and turned toward the man who had spoken, his lips wreathed satirically.
"I reckon he wouldn't shoot nothin' with them," he said, addressing the man who had spoken.
Several men laughed.

The tall man who had revealed interest before now raised a hand, checking further comment.
"That offer of a hundred to the man who can beat that shootin' still goes," he declared.

"An' I'm taking off the condition.