When he reached the cabin he swung off and walked toward the door, his lips set in straight lines, his manner decisive.
He had taken only several steps when a voice greeted him, coming from the interior of the cabin--a man's voice, snarling, venomous: "You come another step, Kane Lawler, an' I'll bore you!" Lawler halted, facing the door.

The door was closed, but a little slide in the upper part of it was open.

Through the aperture projected the muzzle of a rifle, and behind the rifle appeared a man's face--dark, bearded, with eyes that gleamed with ferocious malignancy..