can use a short gun somethin' slick. They 've got 'em trained. Bet he can work th' double roll without shootin' hisself full of lead." The speaker grinned exasperatingly.
"Yes!" exploded the sheepman, who had tried to roll two guns at once, and had spent ten days in bed as a result of it.
The bartender laughed softly as he recalled the incident. "Have you tried it since?" he inquired.
"Go to th' devil!" grinned the other, heading for the door. "But he 'll get in trouble, if he spouts about hatin' sheep, when th' boys come in. You better get him drunk an' lock him in th' attic, before then."
"G'wan! I ain't playin' guardian to nobody," rejoined the bartender. "But remember what I said—them old fellers can use 'em slick an' rapid."
The sheepman went out as Youbet returned; and the latter seated himself, crossing his legs and drawing out his pipe.
The bartender perfunctorily drew a cloth
