Folsom's eyeballs became living fire with the desperate gleam of the reckless chances of life.

Cutthroat he might have been, but he was brave, and he proved the significance of Wade's attitude.
"Pards, hyar's to luck!" he rang out, hoarsely, and with pantherish quickness he leaped for his gun.
A tense, surcharged instant--then all four men, as if released by some galvanized current of rapidity, flashed into action.

Guns boomed in unison.

Spurts of red, clouds of smoke, ringing reports, and hoarse cries filled the cabin.

Wade had fired as he leaped.