He looked at Calumet, the look of a trapped animal.
"Get goin'!" said the latter; "we're all waitin'." Taggart cursed profanely, stepping back a pace and reaching for his pistol.

But as in the Red Dog, Calumet was before him.

Again his right hand moved with the barely perceptible motion, and his six-shooter was covering Taggart.

The latter quickly withdrew his own hand, it was empty.

And in response to an abrupt movement of Calumet's hand it went upward, the other following it instantly.