CHAPTER IV.
PATSY’S DANCING LESSON.
Serpent Sam, as he called himself, backed into the middle of the room as he spoke.
The other men in the crowd yelled with joy, and got together at the other end of the bar from Patsy, most of them.
A few stood almost behind their leader.
They were grinning at the fun they thought they were going to have with the tenderfoot.
Patsy thrust his hands in the side pockets of his coat, and watched, as if with curiosity.
He knew exactly what would happen, for he had met wild men from the Western hills before.
So, when Serpent Sam blazed at his feet, he did not stir.
The first bullet tore a hole in the floor, just in front of his right toe.