Black as a thunder-cloud was his face.

Alas for the dignity and pain and resolve that had only recently showed there! Belllounds reached them.

He was frothing at the mouth.

He cocked the rifle and thrust it toward Wade, holding low down.
"You--meddling sneak! If you open your trap I'll bore you!" he shouted, almost incoherently.
Wade knew when danger of life loomed imminent.

He fixed his glance upon the glaring eyes of Belllounds.
"Jack, seein' I'm not packin' a gun, it'd look sorta natural, along with your other tricks, if you bored me." His gentle voice, his cool mien, his satire, were as giant's arms to drag Belllounds back from murder.