The reaction had set in, and he was feeling sick and faint.

"And you, also, are a surprise.
The way you handled that stool--" "Yes, now! I flatter myself I did fairly well with it.

Did you see--well, look at that!" He held up the weapon in question, still tightly clutched, and joined in the laugh against himself.
"Whom have I to thank, gentlemen ?" They had come to a pause at the corner, and the man they had rescued was holding out his hand.
"My name is St.Vincent," he went on, "and--" "What name ?" Del Bishop queried with sudden interest.
"St.Vincent, Gregory St.Vincent--" Bishop's fist shot out, and Gregory St.Vincent pitched heavily into the snow.

The colonel instinctively raised the stool, then helped Corliss to hold the pocket-miner back.
"Are you crazy, man ?" Vance demanded.
"The skunk! I wish I'd hit 'm harder!" was the response.

Then, "Oh, that's all right.