"Yes."
"What are you?"
"A gentleman."
"Oh, you are?"
"Yes, I am."
"Do you see this?"
"I do; and do you see this?"
Both men displayed pistols, and the visitor's tone fell off a little.
"My friend," said Jack, "I am not afraid of pistols, I am used to them. Why, my dear fellow, I always sleep with them under my pillow, eat with them under my napkin, hide one under my Bible when I go to church; in other words, I am never without a barker."
The visitor listened with a look of surprise on his face.