Where were you going ?" The black night veiled his face, but language and voice, an spite of its low grumble, told me the speaker was Kirby.

The very coldness of his tone served to send a chill through me.
"To have a word with Thockmorton," I answered, angered at my own fear, and rendered reckless by that burst of passion.

"What do you mean by your threat?
Haven't you robbed enough men already with cards without resorting to a gun ?" "This is no robbery," and I knew by the sharpness of his reply my words had stung, "and it might be well for you to keep a civil tongue in your head.

I overheard what you said to those men in the cabin.

So you are going to take care of me, are you ?" There was a touch of steel in the low voice.