If you ain't runnin' things, why, I reckon you ain't in the deal at all." "Well, I'm runnin' things," sneered the other.

"Tell me what you're wantin' or pull your freight out of here, _pronto_!" "I'm sure some disturbed over my mistake," grinned Sanderson.

"You couldn't be anybody but Bransford, or you wouldn't shoot off your gab that reckless.

If you're Bransford, I'm apologizin' to you for talkin' back to you.

But if you ain't Bransford, get off your hind legs an' talk like a man!" The big man stiffened, and his eyes glittered malignantly.