If you see a panel open, shoot! Hands on the table, lumbermen!" "Don't shoot! I'll come through," said Dewing, coolly enough, but earnestly.

"I think you are the devil! Where did you get those cards ?" "Call your man in from that panel.

My back itches and so does my trigger finger." "What do you think I am--a fool?
Nobody's going to shoot you." Dewing raised his voice: "Come on in, Warren, hands up, before this old idiot drills me." "Evidence," remarked Johnson softly, "is what I am after.

Evidence! I have no need of any corpses.

Boland, you might go through Mr.Warren and those other gentlemen for guns.