At the same moment Spaulding caught Doremus by his medieval collar and shook him until the man's teeth chattered, then he slapped his face and kicked him.
"Now, you," he said standing over the panting man, who was mopping his bleeding nose, and holding the electric torch so that it would shine on his own face.

"You get out of California, d'you hear?
You're a gambler and a blackmailer and a panderer to old women, and I've got some evidence that would drag you into court however it turned out, so's you'd find this town a live gridiron.

So, git, while you can.

Go while the going's good." Doremus, too shaken to reply, slunk off, and Spaulding after a glance upward, left as silently..