"But I have been told that she was _the_ attraction for you in this camp; and I rather guess I hit the bull's-eye that time, even if it was a chance shot." Winston moistened his dry lips, his eyes never wavering from off the sneering face of the other.
"Farnham," the voice sounding low and distinct, "I have got something to say to you, and you are going to listen to the end.

You see that ?" He thrust sharply forward the skirt of his short coat.

"Well, that's a thirty-eight, cocked and loaded, and I 've got you covered.

I know your style, and if you make a single move toward your hip I 'll uncork the whole six shots into your anatomy.

Understand?
Now, see here--I 'm not on the bargain counter for money or anything else.