"Do you think thet's new to me?
Shut up, Dale! I can't stand it." "But Al--there's worse," went on Dale, hurriedly.

"Worse! Your life's threatened--an' your niece, Helen--she's to be--" "Shut up--an' clear out!" roared Auchincloss, waving his huge fists.
He seemed on the verge of a collapse as, shaking all over, he backed into the door.

A few seconds of rage had transformed him into a pitiful old man.
"But, Al--I'm your friend--" began Dale, appealingly.
"Friend, hey ?" returned the rancher, with grim, bitter passion.

"Then you're the only one....

Milt Dale, I'm rich an' I'm a dyin' man.