Idaho Norton, laughing heartily, backed out of the barroom of Quayle\'s hotel and trod firmly on the foot of Ward Corwin, sheriff of the county, who was about to pass the door.
The puncher stepped back a pace, alert, lithe, balanc.
The sheriff\'s coppery face was a deeper color than usual and bore an expression not pleasant to see.
Idaho wheeled, a casual apology trembling on his lips, to hear a biting, sarcastic flow of words, full of profanity, and out of all proportion to the careless injury.
Idaho Norton, laughing heartily, backed out of the barroom of Quayle\'s hotel and trod firmly on the foot of Ward Corwin, sheriff of the county, who was about to pass the door