He set his glass down, and the other silently motioned to the bartender for another.
"Stranger here, I reckon ?" said Garvey as he poured his whiskey.
"Where's your ranch ?" "The Lazy Y," said Calumet.
The other filled his glass.

"Here's how," he said, and tilted it toward his lips.

Calumet did likewise.

If he felt the man's hand on the butt of the six-shooter at his hip, he gave no indication of it.
Nor did he seem to exhibit any surprise or concern when, after drinking and setting the glass down, he looked around to see that Garvey had drawn the weapon out and was examining it with apparently casual interest.
This action on the part of Garvey was unethical and dangerous, and there were men among the dozen in the room who looked sneeringly at Calumet, or to one another whispered the significant words, "greenhorn" and "tenderfoot." Others, to whom the proprietor had spoken concerning Calumet, looked at him in surprise.

Still others merely stared at Garvey and Calumet, unable to account for the latter's mild submission to this unallowed liberty.