He's drunk!

The wonder ceased. Young Jasper was reeling. Two or three
Stetsons slipped from the crowd, and there was a galloping of
hoofs the other way. Another horseman appeared from the
Lewallen end, riding hastily. The new-comer's errand was to call
Jasper back. But the young dare-devil was close to the crowd, and
was swinging a bottle over his head.

Come back hyeh, Jas! Come hyeh!" The new-comer was shouting
afar off while he galloped. Horses were being untethered from the
side alleys. Several more Lewallen riders came in sight. They
could see the gray shining in the sunlight amid the crowd, and the
man sent after him halted at a safe distance, gesticulating; and
they, too, spurred forward.

Hello, boys! " young Jasper was calling out, as he swayed from
side to side, the people everywhere giving him way.

"Fun to-day, by- ! fun to-day! Who'll hev a drink? Hyeh's hell to
the Stetsons, whar some of 'em '11 be afore night!

With a swagger he lifted the bottle to his lips, and, stopping short,
let it fall untouched to the ground. He had straightened in his
saddle, and was looking up the street. With a deep curse he threw
the Winchester to his shoulder, fired, and before his yell had died
on his lips horse and rider were away like a shaft of light. The
crowd melted like magic from the street. The Stetsons, chiefly on
foot, did not return the fire, but halted up the street, as if parleying.
Young Jasper joined his party, and they, too, stood still a moment,