He thrust the cowman's rifle under his own flap, but handed the latter a revolver, staring straight into his eyes as he did so.
"I reckon you and I have got enough in common in this chase to play square," he said grimly.

"We 're both out after Le Fevre, ain't we ?" "You bet." "All right, then; here 's your gun.

If you try any trickery, Hughes, I 'd advise that you get me the first shot, for if you miss you 'll never have another." The man drew the sleeve of his coat over his lips, his eyes shifting before the Sergeant's steady gaze.
"I ain't thet sort," he muttered uneasily.

"Yer don't need to think thet o' me." "Maybe not," and Hamlin swung into the saddle carelessly.

"Only I thought I 'd tell you beforehand what would happen if you attempt any fool gun-play.