Then he accused Tull of the underhand, miserable robbery of a helpless woman.

He told Tull where the red herd was, of a deal made with Oldrin', that Jerry Card had made the deal.

I thought Tull was goin' to drop, an' that little frog-legged cuss, he looked some limp an' white.
But Venters's voice would have kept anybody's legs from bucklin'.

I was stiff myself.

He went on an' called Tull--called him every bad name ever known to a rider, an' then some.