The Gunslinger calmly watched the misty shadows rising out from the table. He took a sulphur headed match, struck it on the grainy wooden tabletop, and lit his cigarette. Taking a long drag, he got to his feet. As he did all this, he noticed the old man enter the dining room. "Hile, sir. You wouldn't know what this is, would you? I've only an idea of it myself".