"Will he kill anybody?" he said again.
The men laughed low and scornfully at the question.
"He's out to shoot, and he's out for trouble. Don't see any good in experimentin' with him."
"But what do you do in a case like this? What do you do?"
A man responded—"Why, he and Jack Potter——"
But, in chorus, the other men interrupted—"Jack Potter's in San Anton'."
"Well, who is he? What's he got to do with it?"
"Oh, he's the town-marshal. He goes out and fights Scratchy when he gets on one of these tears."
"Whow!" said the drummer, mopping his brow. "Nice job he's got."