There was interest in his glance, too, for this was his father's enemy--his enemy.

But after the first look his face became inscrutable.

He turned to see Dade standing beside him.

Dade was rigid, pale; his body was in a half-crouch and there was an expression of cold malignance on his face.

Quickly Calumet placed both hands on the young man's shoulders and shoved him back against the bar, thrusting his own body between him and Taggart.
"Easy there," he warned in a whisper.