“Still, while you-all notes easy that this person’s scared, it’s plain he’s a killer jest the same.  It’s frequent that a-way.  I’m never much afraid of one of your cold game gents like Cherokee Hall; you can gamble the limit they’ll never put a six-shooter in play till it’s shorely come their turn.  But timid, feverish, locoed people, whose jedgment is bad an’ who’s prone to feel themse’fs in peril; they’re the kind who kills.  For myse’f I shuns all sech.  I won’t say them erratic, quick-to-kill sports don’t have courage; only it strikes me—­an’ I’ve rode up on a heap of ’em—­it’s more like a fear-bit f’rocity than sand.

“Take Enright or Peets or Cherokee or Tutt or Jack Moore or Boggs or Texas Thompson; you’re plumb safe with sech gents—­all or any.  An’ yet thar ain’t the first glimmer of bein’ gun-shy about one of ’em; they’re as clean strain as the eternal granite, an’ no more likely to hide out from danger than a hill.  An’ while they differs from each other, yet they’re all different from sech folks as Silver Phil.  Boggs, goin’ to war, is full of good-humoured grandeur, gala and confident, ready to start or stop like a good hoss.  Cherokee Hall is quiet an’ wordless; he gets pale, but sharp an’ deadly; an’ his notion is to fight for a finish.  Peets is haughty an’ sooperior on the few o’casions when he onbends in battle, an’ comports himse’f like a gent who fights downhill; the same, ondoubted, bein’ doo to them book advantages of Peets which elevates him an’ lifts him above the common herd a whole lot.  Enright who’s oldest is of course slowest to embark in blood, an’ pulls his weepons—­when he does pull ’em—­with sorrowful resignation.

“‘Which I’m shorely saddest when I shoots,’ says Enright to me, as he reloads his gun one time.

“These yere humane sentiments, however, don’t deter him from shootin’ soon an’ aimin’ low, which latter habits makes Wolfville’s honoured chief a highly desp’rate game to get ag’inst.

“Jack Moore, bein’ as I explains former, the execyootive of the Stranglers, an’ responsible for law an’ order, has a heap of shootin’ shoved onto him from time to time.  Jack allers transacts these fireworks with a ca’m, offishul front, the same bein’ devoid, equal, of anger or regrets.  Tutt, partic’lar after he weds Tucson Jennie, an’ more partic’lar still when he reaps new honours as the originator of that blessed infant Enright Peets Tutt, carries on what shootin’ comes his way in a manner a lot dignified an’ lofty; while Texas Thompson—­who’s mebby morbid about his wife down in Laredo demandin’ she be divorced that time—­although he picks up his hand in a fracas, ready an’ irritable an’ with no delays, after all is that well-balanced he’s bound to be each time plumb right.

“Which, you observes, son, from these yere settin’s forth, that thar’s a mighty sight of difference between gents like them pards of mine an’ degen’rates of the tribe of Silver Phil.  It’s the difference between right an’ wrong; one works from a impulse of pure jestice, the other is moved of a sperit of crime; an’ thar you be.