Quest walked right up to the two men.
"Gallagher," he said, "you're my prisoner.

Are you coming quietly ?" Gallagher's mate, who was half drunk, swung round and fired a wild shot in Quest's direction.

The result was a general stampede.

Red Gallagher alone remained motionless.

Grim and dangerously silent, he held a pistol within a few inches of Quest's forehead.
"If my number's up," he exclaimed ferociously, "it won't be you who'll take me." "I think it will," Quest answered.