Old Man Selden was the first to come out. Pence quickly followed him. Bolar had emptied both weapons of cartridges, and now he silently passed each his gun.
"What'll it be, Pencie?" asked Old Man Selden, bending his fiery glance on his dark, slim enemy. "Shall we draw when we meet ag'in, er forget it entirely—or see who c'n load an' shoot quickest right here an' now?"
"It's up to you, Old Man."
"Forget it," advised Bolar. "For now, anyway."
"Shall we go our ways now, an' draw when we come together ag'in?" It was Old Adam's question.
"Why can't you come across an' do the square thing now?" Pence growled. "Then ever'thing's settled."
"Just so! But y're answerin' my question with another'n. Do we draw when we meet ag'in?"
"You won't be square?"
"I'll tell ye nothin'. Ye called me a dam' liar, so you couldn't believe it if I had anything to say to ye."
Pence shrugged indifferently and turned away. "When we meet ag'in," he said lightly.