"Who're you, an' what d'ye want ?" It was singular that the rustler leader had not had a look at Wade, whose movements had been swift and who now stood directly behind him.
Also it was obvious that Smith was sitting very stiff-necked and straight.

Not improbably he had encountered such situations before.
"Who're you ?" he shouted, hoarsely.
"You ought to know me." The voice was Wade's, gentle, cold, with depth and ring in it.
"I've heerd your voice somewhars--I'll gamble on thet." "Sure.

You ought to recognize my voice, Cap," returned Wade.
The rustler gave a violent start--a start that he controlled instantly.
"Cap! You callin' me thet ?" "Sure.

We're old friends--_Cap Folsom!_" In the silence, then, the rustler's hard breathing could be heard; his neck bulged red; only the eyes of his two comrades moved; Belllounds began to recover somewhat from his consternation.

Fear had clamped him also, but not fear of personal harm or peril.