r," he said quietly. "I reckon it's up to you to make good."

"Correct," agreed the stranger. "I'm goin' to show you some real
shootin'. You got another can?"

Some one dived into the Silver Dollar and returned in a flash with
another tomato can. This the stranger took, removing the label, as the
shooter had done. Then, smiling, he took a position in the center of
the street, the can in his right hand.

He did not draw his weapon as the shooter had done, but stood loosely
in his place, his right hand still grasping the can, the left swinging
idly by his side. Apparently he did not mean to shoot. Sneers reached
the faces of several men in the crowd. The shooter growled,
"Fourflush."

There was a flash as the can rose twenty feet in the air, propelled by
the right hand of the stranger. As the can reached the apex of its
climb the stranger's right hand descended and grasped the butt of the
weapon at his right hip. There was a flash as the gun came out; a gasp
of astonishment from the watchers. The can was arrested in the first
foot of its descent by the shock of the first bullet striking it. It
jumped up and out and again began its interrupted fall, only to stop
dead still in the air as another bullet struck it. There was an
infinitesimal pause, and then twice more the can shivered and jumped.
No man in the crowd but could tell that the bullets were striking true.

The can was still ten feet in the air and well out from the stranger.
The latter whipped his weapon to a level, the bullet striking the can
and driving it twenty feet from him. Then it dropped. But when it was
within five feet of the ground the stranger's gun spoke again. The can
leaped, careened sideways, and fell, shattered, to the street, thirty
feet distant from the stranger.

Several men sprang forward to examine it.

"Six times!" ejaculated the tall man in an awed tone. "An' he didn't
pull his gun till he'd throwed the can!"

He approached the stranger, drawing him confidentially aside. The
crowd slowly dispersed, loudly proclaiming the stranger's ability with
the six-shooter. The latter took his honors lightly, the mocking smile
again on his face.

"I'm lookin' for a man who can shoot," said the tall man, when the last
man of the crowd had disappeared into the saloon.

The stranger smiled. "I reckon you've just seen some shootin'," he
returned.

The tall man smiled mirthlessly. "You particular about what you shoot
at?"