"With some folks," said Saunders.
Overland whirled round. "Have a drink with me, then."
Saunders laughed.
"Then you don't smoke either, while I'm here," said Overland, his hand on his hip.
"That so?"
"Yes, that's so! When you try to pull that old bluff of a match-game on me, wait till I'm a hundred and four years old, Silent. That gun-trick died of old age. Think up a new one."
"Ain't you talkin' a little loud for polite sassiety?" questioned Sago, addressing Overland.
"Seein' you're the only one that thinks so, I reckon not," said Overland.
"Then," said Sago, moving slightly from the bar, "Saunders smokes."
It was an open declaration of war. Sago, the Inyo County outlaw, sided with Saunders.