Winchesters were Mr.Cassidy's pet aversion and Mr.Connors' most prized possession, this difference of opinion having upon many occasions caused hasty words between them.

Mr.Connors, being better with his Winchester than Mr.Cassidy was with his Sharp's, had frequently proved that his choice was the wiser, but Mr.Cassidy was loyal to the Sharp's and refused to be convinced.

Now, however, the Winchester became pregnant with possibilities and, therefore, Mr.
Travennes rode a few yards to the left and in advance, where the rifle was in plain sight, hanging as it did on the right of Mr.Connors' saddle, which Mr.Travennes graced so well.
The journey back to town was made in good time and when they came to the buildings Mr.Cassidy dismounted and bade his companion do likewise, there being too many corners that a fleeing rider could take advantage of.

Mr.Travennes felt of his bumps and did so, wishing hard things about Mr.Cassidy..