I am not trusting you; I have n't from the first, but you are going into this fight on my side, and under my orders." The two men glared into each other's eyes, silent, breathing hard, but there was a grim determination about the Sergeant's set jaw that left Hughes speechless.

He grinned weakly, stamping down the snow under foot.

Hamlin's continued silence brought a protest to his lips.
"Damn if I know why you say that," he began.

"Haven't I been square ?" "Because I know your style, Hughes.

You hate Le Fevre for the dirty trick he played on you, but you 'd sell out to him again in five minutes if you thought there was any money in it.