Sampson, I warn you--don't follow up your threat." Sampson sat white with working jaw.
"Snell, come here," ordered Steele.
The man went as if drawn and appeared to slink out of line with the guns.

Steele's cold gray glance held every eye in the hall.
"Take the handcuffs out of my pocket.

This side.

Go over to Gorsech with them.

Gorsech, snap those irons on Snell's wrists.