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The Tale of a Cigarette.
The open door revealed three men asleep on the earthen floor, two of whom were Mexicans.

Mr.Cassidy then for the first time felt called upon to relieve his companion of the Colt's which so sorely itched that gentleman's thigh and then disarmed the sleeping guards.
"One man an' a half," murmured Mr.Cassidy, it being in his creed that it took four Mexicans to make one Texan.
In the far corner of the room were two bronchos, one of which tried in vain to kick Mr.Cassidy, not realizing that he was ten feet away.

The noise awakened the sleepers, who sat up and then sprang to their feet, their hands instinctively streaking to their thighs for the weapons which peeked contentedly from the bosom of Mr.Cassidy's open shirt.

One of the Mexicans made a lightning-like grab for the back of his neck for the knife which lay along his spine and was shot in the front of his neck for his trouble.