Your bad man never did--until the gun was to go into action.

And there was this silent pause between the two factions, when a word would have meant bloodshed.
Whitey had ridden into the outskirts of the scene, unnoticed, and had seen his father facing Mart Cooley, the man who handed out death so easily and unerringly.

As Whitey dismounted and staggered toward the center of the crowd, he was joined by Injun, who was standing near.
Whitey's face was ashen and his teeth clenched.

He was not going to see his father killed if he could help it, though he had not the slightest idea how he could help it.

Mr.Sherwood exclaimed angrily when he saw his son approach with Injun.
Near by stood Mrs.Steele, with clasped hands and staring eyes, helpless with fear.