"We stopped you in time to keep you from shooting down two men who were
at your mercy," retorted Harry sternly.
"What's that?" gasped Rafe.
"They were going to shoot you with your hands in the air," Tom declared.
"That's another of your lies, Reade," snarled the gambler.
"It's you who are doing the lying, Duff," rejoined Tom stiffly. "I
came to my senses just in time to hear you tell Ashby to kill one man
while you killed the other."
"So that was the game, was it?" said Jeff.
"No, it wasn't," snapped Jim Duff.
"Shut up," ordered Jeff unbelievingly. "Duff, we've seen enough of you
to-night to know that an Apache has ten times as much honor as you have,
and a rattlesnake has twenty times as much decency. You lying,
miserable, white-livered, smooth-tongued, poisonous reptile in human
form. If you open your mouth to say another word you'll have me so wild
that I'll pull the trigger of this automatic before I intend to do so."
"Thank goodness you had become conscious too, Harry!" breathed Tom
fervently.
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