So you might as well put the gun away." Barney neither spoke nor moved.
"I've called your bluff, Barney," Larry said sharply.

"Put that gun away, or I'll take it from you!" Barney's glare wavered.

The pistol sank from its position.

With a lightning-swift motion Larry wrenched it from Barney's hand.
"Guess I'd better have it, after all," he said, slipping it into a pocket.

"Keep you out of temptation." And then in a subdued voice that was steely with menace: "I'm too busy to attend to you now, Barney--but, by God, I'm going to square things with you for the dirt you've done me, and I'm going to show you up for a stool and a squealer!" He wheeled on Old Jimmie.