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6 "TRA VELIN' ON"

this that the stranger finally arrives and looks on.
Now among these men that are doing the shooting,
is a man named Gila, a huge type 0f the Western
plains. Gila is a good shot, an excellent shot, but when
the stranger finally takes a hand, Gila is up against
the best shot in the world, and also Gila is about two
parts drunk, which doesn't add any softening influence
to his brutal nature. As the shooting goes on, he be-
comes enraged at the quiet stranger who is, by his
marvelous marksmanship, actually changing the charac-
ter of the cartoon by placing certain shots just where
he wants them. So Gila finally asserts himself, saying,
"I'm Gila from Arizona. Who in hell are you?"

The unruffled stranger replies in a cool drawling
manner, "I never heard of but two things in Arizona
by that name before, one is a river what runs and the
other is a snake." Gila says, "Never mind showing
your knowledge of geogr'phy and animals. I'm here
to say that I ain't runnin' none and I ain't no reptile,
and I'm agin askin' who in hell are you?"

Again the stranger replies as cooly and quietly
as before, "Not answerin' you in pertikler, but for the
benefit of our friends, I'm J. B."

At this point the enraged Gila is completely gone,
and, throwing discretion to the winds, says, "I suppose
you think you're a hell of a feller, 'cause you got a
good outfit and ride a calico circus horse and can
shoot at marks some, but let me tell you, stranger,
(and he lurches over in a tantalizing manner), but let
me tell you, shootin' at a mark, unless that mark is
a human, ain't no shootin' at all. Any kid kin shoot