Six were robbed by THREE!--they were a sweet-scented lot! Reckon they must hev felt mighty small, for I hear they got up and skedaddled from the station under the pretext of lookin' for the robbers." He laughed again, and the laugh was noisily repeated by his five companions at the other end of the room.
Hale, who had forgotten that the stranger was only echoing a part of his own criticism of eight hours before, was on the point of rising with burning cheeks and angry indignation, when the lazily uplifted eye of Clinch caught his, and absolutely held him down with its paralyzing and deadly significance.

Murder itself seemed to look from those cruelly quiet and remorseless gray pupils.

For a moment he forgot his own rage in this glimpse of Clinch's implacable resentment; for a moment he felt a thrill of pity for the wretch who had provoked it.

He remained motionless and fascinated in his chair as the lazy lids closed like a sheath over Clinch's eyes again.

Rawlins, who had probably received the same glance of warning, remained equally still.
"They haven't heard the last of it yet, you bet," continued the infatuated stranger.