"You have left me only one recourse, and you can't blame me for taking it." "What's that ?" "Superior strength.

You're a heavier man than I am, and ought to be a match for me, but you have lost your nerve and grown soft and flabby with drink.

It's your own doing; and now you have to take the consequences.

If you compel me, I'll drag you back to camp with the pack lariat." "Do you mean that ?", Benson's face grew flushed and his eyes glittered.
"Try me and see." Savage as he was, Benson realized that his companion was capable of making good his promise.

The man looked hard and very muscular, and his expression was determined.
"This is insufferable!" he cried.
Blake coolly filled his pipe.
"There's no other remedy.