Clubs is trumps this deal in Echo Canyon, an' we 're goin' ter play a lone hand.

Ther one thing what's botherin' me is, how soon ther damned fracas is goin' ter begin.

I reckon as how them fellers is only waitin' fer reinforcements." Winston sat motionless, looking at the two men, his mind rapidly grasping the salient points of the situation.

He was thoroughly puzzled at their apparent indifference to its seriousness.

He was unused to this arbitrament of the rifle, and the odds against them seemed heavy.