He and Jeff are trying to queer the whole game." With cries of anger, several of the men sprang toward Jeff, who had bared his sheath knife and was about to free Tom and Harry.
"Here--stop that, you traitors!" roared Duff, leaping forward.
"I've four shots left, Jim," remarked Rafe Bodson calmly, as he ceased firing.

"Call me names, if you think it wise." Like a flash Duff drew one of his own revolvers.

Before he had time to fire, however, three men threw themselves between Bodson and the gambler.
"Stop talking gun play, Rafe," warned one of the three.

"Act like a gentleman." "I've forgotten how to do that," Rafe remarked.

"I've traveled with this outfit too long." "Put up your guns.