“Not at all,” replied Patsy, shaking the man’s hand.
Sam winced, for the detective’s grip hurt his sore fingers.
“Excuse me,” said Patsy, letting go; “I didn’t think.”
Then both laughed, and at that sound the other men came crowding up.
“Whar’d you learn to shoot?” asked one.
“Say, are you a walking Gatling gun?” inquired another.
Patsy smiled at them.
“I never learned to shoot,” he said. “I was born with a gun in my hand, and I used to practice at the flies on the wall before I could walk.”
Everybody laughed at this.
Bronco Bill drew a long breath.