"Come over to the saloon, Buck, and have one on me," said Jasper.
He thought of the grinning men of the saloon; the hidden words.
"He's layin' down," said Bill Dozier, and his voice was soft but audible in the saloon.
In the dimness of the saloon door a gun flashed in the hand of Jasper Lanning.
He said that he occasionally dropped into a saloon to take a glass of beer.