OCR Text |
Show "InagunfightyoucantUke'W : of time to aim, like you did :. that piece of wood," Sylvester a-when a-when he returned to the F ( "You got a silver dollar?" Port nodded, reaching into t -: pocket and retrieving one oft three last dollars. "Flip it into the air,'SylW'i ordered. ij '; "Straight up?" Port knowing there would M ' chance of losing it if hethre- straight up. . "That's fine," Sylvester With an upward jerk of -arm.Portflippedthecoinas he could, then looked o . Sylvester whose pistol wasaffe pointing at the coin. The re:;r the gun was followed by az' I, sound. Thecoindidn'treturnK ground. The force of the bl j .: sent it spinning off,infthe"t)loti ,. somewhere. Instead ofgoing,t for his dollar, Port justs , Pussy in amazement ; i "Tomorrow Til teach shoot like that," he j, shoved the pistol barrel un rdark.underthelg oil burning Intern. , r Sylvester made time in the moW-J f- ' handle of the pot & Sylvester would po i, lead into the mold wh dipped into a bucket oi which cooled the lead for it to become n Sylvester then i openjj ; androlledtheshinynf i thetabletoPortwhorubK unwanted edges with J J They produced enou cover the bottom of before Sylvester gaW, the hot lead from tne M the ball mold badtgttj, |