Mr.Rivers's men had entered so thoroughly into the spirit of the thing that, they forced the drivers to start off, and the gambler's men to follow.
Goaded to the last ditch of desperation, Jim Duff now strode over to where Tom stood.

No one opposed him, nor did Reade's smile fail.
"Boy, you've had your laugh, just now," announced the gambler, in his most threatening, tone.

"It will be your last laugh." "Oh, I hope not," drawled Tom.
"You will know more within twenty-four hours.

You have treated me, with your own crowd about you, like a dog." "You're wrong again," laughed Tom..

"Jim is fond of dogs.