No man occupied himself with me. Quiet voices, and games of chance, and glasses lifted to drink, continued to be the peaceful order of the night. And into my thoughts broke the voice of that card-dealer who had already spoken so sagely. He also took his turn at moralizing. “What did I tell you?” he remarked to the man for whom he continued to deal, and who continued to lose money to him. “Tell me when?” “Didn’t I tell you he’d not shoot?” the dealer pursued with complacence. “You got ready to dodge. You had no call to be concerned. He’s not the kind a man need feel anxious about.” The player looked over at the Virginian, doubtfully. “Well,” he said, “I don’t know what you folks call a dangerous man.” “Not him!” exclaimed the dealer, with admiration. “He’s a brave man. That’s different.” The player seemed to follow this reasoning no better than I did. “It’s not a brave man that’s dangerous,” continued the dealer.
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