An' he's made a charge against you." "Then let him face me with it," snapped Moore.
Jack Belllounds came forward, hands in his pockets, self-possessed, even a little swaggering, and his pale face and bold eyes showed the gravity of the situation and his mastery over it.
Wade watched this meeting of the rivals and enemies with an attention powerfully stimulated by the penetrating scrutiny Burley laid upon them.
Jack did not speak quickly.

He looked hard into the tense face of Moore.
Wade detected a vibration of Jack's frame and a gleam of eye that showed him not wholly in control of exultation and revenge.

Fear had not struck him yet.
"Well, Buster Jack, what's the charge ?" demanded Moore, impatiently.
The old name, sharply flung at Jack by this cowboy, seemed to sting and reveal and inflame.

But he restrained himself as with roving glance he searched Moore's person for sight of a weapon.

The cowboy was unarmed.
"I accuse you of stealing my father's cattle," declared Jack, in low, husky accents.