Miguel reached out, caught him by the arm, and held him to the saddle.

And, though Big Medicine was a strong man, the grip held firm and unyielding.
"You must think of the outfit, you know," said Miguel, smiling still.
"There must be no shooting.

Once that begins--" He shrugged his shoulders with that slight, eloquent movement, which the Happy Family had come to know so well.

He was speaking to them all, as they crowded up to the scuffle.

"The man who feels the trigger-itch had better throw his gun away," he advised coolly.