does n't blink when he shoots. I 'd hate a man who was afraid to shoot."
Johnny's chest arose a little. "Well, how 'bout me?"
"But you've killed men; you've shot down your fellow men; and have ghastly marks on your revolver to brag about."
"Well—say—but how can I shoot without shootin' or kill without killin'?" he demanded. "An' I don't brag about 'em, neither; it makes me feel too sad to do any braggin'. An' Greener's killed 'em, too; an' he brags about it."
"Yes; but he doesn't blink!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
"Neither do I."
"Yes; but you shoot to kill."
"Lord pity us—don't he?"
"Y-e-s, but that's different," she replied, smiling brightly.
Johnny looked around the room, his eyes finally resting on his hat.
"Yes, I see it's different. Greener can kill, an' blink! I can't. If he kills a man he's a
