The proprietor alone, remembering a certain gleam in Calumet's eyes on a former occasion, looked at him now and saw deep in his eyes a slumbering counterpart to it, and discreetly retired to the far end of the bar, where there was a whiskey barrel in front of him.
But Calumet seemed unconcerned.
"Some gun," remarked Garvey.

It was strange, though, that he was not looking at the weapon at all, or he might have seen the empty chambers.
He was looking at Calumet, and it was apparent that his interest in the weapon was negative.
"Yes, some," agreed Calumet.

He swung around and faced the man, leaning his left arm carelessly on the bar.
At that instant Denver Ed sauntered over and joined them.

He looked once at Calumet, and then his gaze went to Garvey as he spoke.
"Friend of yourn ?" he questioned.

There was marked deference in the manner of Garvey.