MATT AND CHESTER ARE QUIETLY SITTING IN THE JAILHOUSE.

You know, Mr. Dillon, that feller who robbed the stage the other day - you know, the one you got locked up back there? - he's got a terrible habbit of talking in his sleep.

(almost asleep himself)

Eh... uh... that right?

The other morning, before it got light, I walked back there to empty his pot and heard him saying things about the other gang members.

(with curiosity peaked)

Gang members?

Yeah. How they was going to come and try to bust him out of this jail.

Chester? Do you believe everything you hear? He was asleep! He didn't know what he was saying.

Well, it sounded like he was telling a secret or something. He even said that his buddies have been studying your pistol-drawing speed and have determined that you are getting slower and slower. And that they figure any one of them could out-draw you now.

Well, I don't know about that.

Well, Mr. Dillon, don't you suppose that it could be true that your reflexes could be slowing down a tad?

Well, Chester, I suppose they could. But, don't you think I am still the fastest draw around these parts.

I hope so.

But, why don't we just set up some experiment to get an average timing on your draw.

And, how can we do that?

Well, I think we could get several men to start counting when they see your hand move and then stop counting when you shoot. Then we take the average of their totals to get a reference value.

But how are we going to get a time for, oh, say the guy back in the cell who might be the one drawing against me?

Well, ...

(thinking)

... we could get him out of the cell and take him over to Doc's, making him think we need to make sure our prisoner is healthy. We set up some reflex test for him that is similar to drawing a pistol.

Like what?

How about ... OK, how about pulling something out of his pocket?

Maybe.

Then we have the same several men to peep in Doc's window while he is doing that pocket test and they could count, like they did for you.

I don't know, Chester. This all seems pretty lame. I'm not sure that type of bogus plan ought to be associated with a high class lawman like me.

Hey, I'm just trying to put some meat in the argument that you are still a fast draw. If you -

Listen, Chester. I appreciate you trying to keep my quick-draw fame alive and well, but I think I will, when the time comes, just go out there and do my thing and see how it goes. I will proabably still win.

Let me guess. If you do survive, then worry about building back up your capability?

(lost in thought)

And, anyway, it just might be that the guy back in the cell could have an unfortunate accident tonight.

I think I saw a rattler nest out back a little while ago. Could be one of them will slither through that big cell crack. You never know.

What big cell crack?

The one I'm getting ready to make.

Why, Mr. Dillon! You think of everything!

But, Chester, let's keep the upcoming snake accident kind of quiet for a while.