He shot one swift glance at Lawler, and then looked down.

In that swift glance, however, Lawler had seen a fleeting gleam of guilt, of insincerity.
Lawler laughed shortly--a sound that made Simmons shoot another swift glance at him.
"How is it that Gary Warden figures on getting cars, Simmons ?" said Lawler.
Simmons got up, his face flaming with rage.
"You're accusin' me of holdin' somethin' back, eh?
You're callin' me a liar! You're thinkin' I'm----" "Easy, there, Simmons." There was a chill in Lawler's voice that brought Simmons rigid with a snap--as though he had suddenly been drenched with cold water.

The flush left his face; he drew a deep, quick breath; then stood with open mouth, watching Lawler.
"Simmons," said the latter; "it has been my experience that whenever a man is touchy about his veracity, he will bear watching.

You and Gary Warden have both flared up from the same spark.

I don't know whether this thing has been framed up or not.