Blamed if he was n't actually afraid of me.

A gun-fighter--pugh!" He lifted his voice, as "Reb" paused in the light of the hall beyond and glanced back, a fist doubled and uplifted.

"Oh, go on! Sure, you 'll get me?
You are the brave boy, now," and Hamlin strode toward the door threateningly.

"Lope along, son, and don't turn around again until you face the bar." He drew the door partially to again, and sat down facing the opening, where a stray beam of light fell across the floor.

Thus far the adventure had scarcely proven interesting.