I believe you are a dirty liar and thief, and now I 'm going after the facts to prove it.

Good-night." He backed slowly toward the curtained doorway, his gaze never wavering from off the surprised countenance of the other, his hidden hand grasping the masked revolver.

Then he stepped through the opening and disappeared.

Farnham remained motionless, his face like iron, his teeth gripping savagely.

Then he dropped his hand heavily on the table, still staring, as if fascinated, at the quivering curtains.
"By God, the fellow actually means fight," he muttered slowly.