Likely it will be you.

What are you sayin' ?" Dale was saying nothing.

His face changed color, he shifted his feet uneasily, and looked back at his men.

Some of them were grinning, and it was plain to Dale that not one of them would act unless ordered to do so.
And an order, given by him, would mean suicide, nothing less; for from that country in which Sanderson had gained his reputation had come stories of the man's remarkable ability with the weapon he had described, and Dale had no longing to risk his life so recklessly.
There was a long, tense silence.

Not a man in the group of riders moved a finger.