At the end of one minute--if you don't toss your guns away and step out, holdin' up your hands, I'll bore you--plenty!" Half a minute passed and the man did not move.

He was crouching, and his gaze swept the edge of the fissure from which Sanderson's voice seemed to come.

His face was white, his eyes wide with the fear of death.
Just when it seemed that Sanderson must shoot to make his statement and threat convincing, the man shouted: "This game's too certain--for me, I'm through!" He threw his weapons away, so that they went bounding and clattering to the foot of the slope.

Then he again faced the fissure, shouting: "I know I've caved, an' you know I've caved.

But what about them guys on the other side, there?
They'll be blowin' me apart if I go to showin' myself." Sanderson called to Williams and the others, telling them the men were going to surrender, and warning them to look out for treachery.
"If one of them tries any monkey-shines, nail him!" he ordered.
"There's eleven of them that ain't been touched--an' some more that ain't as active as they might be.