Sober as a judge! Did you notice his eyes?
They fair made me shiver when he looked at me when I was talkin' about his old man.

I'm goin' to be damn careful about my palaver after this.

Friend! Well, if I wasn't his friend I'd be damn careful not to rile him!" Outside Dade halted, white hot with rage.
"I reckon I ain't got no job with you, you white-livered--" The muzzle of Calumet's forty-five, magically produced, it seemed, so quickly did it show in his hand, was making an icy ring against Dade's throat, and the words, the epithet for which he had hesitated, remained unspoken.

Metallic, venomous and filled with a threat of death came Calumet's voice.
"You sufferin' fool!" he said, the words writhing through his lips, his eyes blazing.

"It's my game, do you hear?
An' if you gas another word about it I'll tear you apart!" "He was blackguardin' Betty," objected Dade, his face ashen, but his spirit still undaunted.