It's a good joke, a mighty good joke, and I know you will thoroughly appreciate it." He drew a step back when they came near the cabin, and Nome entered first.

Very coolly Philip turned and bolted the door.

Then, throwing off his coat, he pointed to the white skull dangling under the lamp.
"Allow me to introduce an old friend of mine, Buck--M'sieur Janette, of Nelson House." With a sudden curse Nome leaped toward his companion, his face flaming, his hands clenched to strike--only to look into the shining muzzle of Steele's revolver, with Steele's cold gray eyes glittering dangerously behind it.
"Sit down, Nome--right there, under the man you killed!" he commanded.
"Sit down, or by the gods I'll blow your head off where you stand! There--and I'll sit here, like this, so that the cur's heart within you is a bull's-eye for this gun.

It's M'sieur Janette's turn tonight," he went on, leaning over the little table, the red spots in his cheeks growing redder and brighter as Nome cringed before his revolver.
"M'sieur Janette's--and the colonel's; but mostly Janette's.

Remember that, Nome.