A froth foamed over his hanging lower lip.
"Cap, I ain't trustin' you with a gun just this particular minute," said Wade.
Folsom then bawled his curses to his comrades.
"-- --! Kill him! Throw your guns an' bore him--right in them bulgin' eyes!...

I'm tellin' you--we've gotta fight, anyhow.

We're agoin' to cash right hyar.

But kill him first!" Neither of Folsom's lieutenants yielded to the fierce exhortation of their leader or to their own evilly expressed passions.

It was Wade who dominated them.