Merely for your own sake I advise you to hit the trail." "Thanks.

But if that's all I'll stay," returned Duane.

Even as he spoke he felt that he did not know himself.
Bosomer appeared at the door, pushing men who tried to detain him, and as he jumped clear of a last reaching hand he uttered a snarl like an angry dog.

Manifestly the short while he had spent inside the saloon had been devoted to drinking and talking himself into a frenzy.

Bland and the other outlaws quickly moved aside, letting Duane stand alone.