Then we'll attend to this pair of youngsters." "My guns remain in my hands," Bodson declared coolly.

"I expect to die with my boots on to-night.

I reckon Jeff has figured it out the same way." "I have," Moore answered coolly, as he stepped over beside Bodson.
Then deliberately, yet with an indescribably swift motion, he drew two revolvers.
"Stand out, Jim Duff! Be a man, for once in your miserable career," ordered Rafe Bodson.

"Don't try to protect yourself by hiding behind the bodies of men who don't know any better than to follow your lead." Jim Duff didn't accept the challenge.

Instead, he crouched behind two of his followers, taking deliberate aim with his revolver at Bodson.
But he never fired that cowardly shot.