"If the peace of a kummunity is worth a damn, you got to shoot him up a whole lot. It’s this delicate consideration for the finer feelings of bad men which encourages ’em." Shorty, in his nervous, jerky manner, fairly shook the table with his vibrations of rebellion. Then Bill spoke. He was in sympathy with the boys, but he had his orders from the boss—that was enough for him. "Well, you know Jim. It ain’t likely he’d ask you to show the white-feather nor to stand no nonsense. Only"—here Bill paused and said, impressively, "don’t drink mor’n you can help, and avoid trouble if possible. Them’s the boss’s orders." As Bill was laying down the law for the men, the saloon began to fill with curiosity-seekers from the train. The delay was evidently to be longer than had at first been anticipated. Shorty was the first to see the humor of some of the new-comers. "Gee, get on to the effete East. Say," he called to the rest of them, "get on to the tenderfeet." They looked with childish glee at a quaint-looking couple who were entering the saloon. Mrs. Doolittle was a prim, mild-mannered little woman with a saintly smile. She evidently was travelling in the West for the first time. Her husband, Hiram, was one of the prosperous New England farmer class. Pleased with the entire condition of affairs, he beamed on the cow-boys with great condescension. Shorty, who scented some fun, whispered to Bill: "D.C. brand. Day Coach, savvy?" As he watched the odd pair he made his way towards them. They were quietly studying the place. The pictures of prize-fighters and ballet-girls that lined the walls really shocked them, but it also tickled their sense of the wickedness of their adventure. They reached a roulette-table with the game in progress. "Why, Hiram!" Mrs. Doolittle ejaculated, as she watched the players and surveyed the saloon, "this is a gambling-hell." Shorty, who with the others was closely watching the strange adventurers and planning to tease them, mocked them in an aside—"Well, I want to know." But Hiram was too intent on Faith’s observations to notice that they were becoming the centre of interest in the place. "Durned if it ain’t," he affirmed, in a pleased tone. Then, ashamed of his laxity, he added, "Want to git out?" "Why, Hiram, what a question!" Faith Doolittle answered, severely, as she drew away from her husband’s out-stretched hand. "’Tain’t often one gets a chance to see life. I’ve read about Montey Carlo, and here it is." The boys were now all attention. Andy whispered, "Three card, eh; Montey Carlo here, eh!" The laugh began to be noticed by Hiram. "Dear me," Faith Doolittle gravely remarked, "and over there is rouletty, I suppose."