Comprehension had dawned upon him.
"You--you want me to fight you ?" he queried, in hoarse accents.
"I reckon that's what I meant." No affront, no insult, no blow could have affected Buster Jack as that sudden knowledge.
"Why--why--you're crazy! Me fight you--a gunman," he stammered.

"No--no.
It wouldn't be fair.

Not an even break!...

No, I'd have no chance on earth!" "I'll give you first shot," went on Wade, in his strange, monotonous voice.
"Bah! You're lying to me," replied Belllounds, with pale grimace.

"You just want me to get a gun in my hand--then you'll drop me, and claim an even break." "No.