His only retort was a gradually spreading smile.

"Partner," he said at length, while Fernand was flushing with anger at this nonchalance on the part of the Westerner, "they might of grabbed me, but they would have grabbed your house first." "That fact," said Fernand hotly, "is the reason you have dared to act like a wild man in my place?
Mr.Doone, this is your last visit." "It sure is," said Ronicky heartily.

"D'you know what would have happened out in my neck of the woods, if there had been a game like the one tonight?
I wouldn't have waited to be polite, but just pulled a gat and started smashing things for luck." "The incident is closed," Fernand said with gravity, and he leaned forward, as if to rise.
"Not by a long sight," said Ronicky Doone.

"I got an idea, partner, that you worked the whole deal.

This is a square house, Fernand.