But some of the rest of us have different ideas as to how a helpless enemy ought to be treated." "You, Rafe Bodson!" snarled Duff, turning on the last speaker.

"Are you one of us?
Do you belong to our side, or are you a spy for the other crowd ?" "Got your gun with you, Duff ?" inquired Bodson calmly.
"Yes," snapped the gambler.
"Get it out in your hand, then, before, you talk to me any more in that fashion." "He won't," mocked Tom.

"He doesn't dare, Bodson.

Your hands are not tied." "Cut it out, Rafe! Quit it!" ordered one of the other men in the crowd.
"We won't let this tenderfoot split our ranks.

You're one of us, and you'll stand by us." "Not if there's going to be any more hitting of tied men," retorted Bodson sulkily.