In the faint sputtering glow of the embers by the wayside his face looked white and strained.
A slight smile dangerously edged the American's lips.

With a careless feint of glancing over his shoulder, he tightened every muscle and leaped ahead.

The violent impact of his body bore his victim, cursing, to the ground.
"Ah!" said Carl wresting a revolver from the other's hand, "I thought so! My friend, when you try a trick like that again, guard your hands before you fall to staring.

A fool might have turned--and been shot in the back for his pains, eh?
Monsieur," he murmured softly, pinioning the other with his weight and smiling insolently, "we've a long ride ahead of us.

Privacy, I think, is essential to the perfect adjustment of our future relations.