"Not me," said Haines, "if you had ten chances instead of one I might
stack some coin on you. If the dollar were stationary I know you could
do it, but a moving coin looks pretty small."

"Here you are," called Morgan, who stood at a distance of twenty
paces, "are you ready?"

Silent whipped out his revolver and poised it. "Let 'er go!"

The coin whirled in the air. Silent fired as it commenced to fall--it
landed untouched.

"As a kind, Christian soul," said Morgan sarcastically, "I ain't in
your class, stranger. Charity always sort of interests me when I'm on
the receivin' end!"

The crowd chuckled, and the sound infuriated Silent.

"Don't go back jest yet, partners," he drawled. "Mister Morgan, I got
one hundred bones which holler that I can plug that dollar the second
try."

"Boys," grinned Morgan, "I'm leavin' you to witness that I hate to do
it, but business is business. Here you are!"

The coin whirled again. Silent, with his lips pressed into a straight
line and his brows drawn dark over his eyes, waited until the coin
reached the height of its rise, and then fired--missed--fired again,
and sent the coin spinning through the air in a flashing semicircle.
It was a beautiful piece of gun-play. In the midst of the clamour of