When Bosomer saw Duane standing motionless and watchful a strange change passed quickly in him.

He halted in his tracks, and as he did that the men who had followed him out piled over one another in their hurry to get to one side.
Duane saw all the swift action, felt intuitively the meaning of it, and in Bosomer's sudden change of front.

The outlaw was keen, and he had expected a shrinking, or at least a frightened antagonist.

Duane knew he was neither.

He felt like iron, and yet thrill after thrill ran through him.