Though he struggled furiously, he was unable to wrench himself free from this youth who had trained hard in football training squads.
"Step outside and cool off, Peter," advised Tom, thrusting the bad man through the doorway.

"Have too much pride, man, to force yourself on people who don't want your company." Reade ran his foe outside a dozen feet, then released him, turning and reentering the tent.
"No, you don't! Put up your pistol," sounded the warning voice of Cook Jake Wren outside.

"You take a shot at that young feller, Pete, and I'll never serve you another mouthful as long as I'm in the Rockies!" Bad Pete gazed fiercely toward the engineers' tent, hesitated a moment, and then walked wrathfully away..