Williams led in the laughter that followed, his bull voice roaring through the room. "You’d better buy that hoss before you assist in th’ evenin’s worship," he cried in boisterous good humor, "for I’m sayin’ a puncher ain’t nowhere near in th’ prospector’s class when it comes to walkin’; though I reckon th’ boys will play you for th’ hoss, at that, an’ you’d be no better off in th’ end. My remarks as how this town has slid back didn’t have nothin’ to do with our poker playin’, Mr. Jones. If you feel like settin’ in ag’in’ a Kansas cyclone, you can’t say I didn’t warn you." Tex wondered what the crowd would say if he should lean over and pull a royal flush out of Williams’ ear, or a full-house from the nephew’s nose. They might be surprised if they found out that the cold-eyed gunman at Williams’ elbow carried a handful of Colt cartridges in his tight-shut mouth. He had no rabbits to lift out of hats, but that trick was threadbare from being overworked, anyhow. He waved both hands, a smart-Aleck grin sweeping across his face. "I’ve rode cayuses, punched cows, an’ played draw from Texas to Montanny, an’ near back ag’in. So far I ain’t throwed, rolled under, or cleaned out; an’ I’m allus willin’ to be agreeable. Where you gents lead I’ll foller, like a hungry calf after its ma." His voice had grown loud and boastful and he joined the swiftly forming card group with a swagger as it settled around the table in the barroom, his bovine conceit hiding the silent struggle going on within him. Tex of the old days was fighting Tex of the new. The smug complacency of the local boss stirred up the desire to break him to his last cent, to make a fool of him in the way others had been broken and made ridiculous; but the new Tex won: As usual he would play Hopalong’s game--which was as his opponents played, straight or crooked, as they showed the way. He had no real wish for large winnings, for if he made his expenses as he went along he would be satisfied, and he could do that from his knowledge of psychology, a knowledge gained outside of classrooms. He now had no reputation to defend or maintain, for Tex Jones was not Tex Ewalt, famed throughout the cow-country. The new name meant nothing. But how pleasant it would be to repeat history in this town, so far as Williams was concerned!