"How are we going to settle it, Phil ?" Philip drew his frozen revolver from its holster and held it over the stove.
"If I wasn't a crack shot, and couldn't center a two-inch bull's-eye three times out of four at thirty paces, I'd say pistols." "I can't do that," said DeBar unhesitatingly, "but I have hit a wolf twice out of five shots.

It'll be a quick, easy way, and we'll settle it with our revolvers.

Going to shoot to kill ?" "No, if I can help it.

In the excitement a shot may kill, but I want to take you back alive, so I'll wing you once or twice first." "I always shoot to kill," replied DeBar, without lifting his head.

"Any word you'd like to have sent home, Phil ?" In the other's silence DeBar looked up.
"I mean it," he said, in a low earnest voice.