It was Right meeting Wrong, and Wrong lost confidence.

Often had Thirsty Jones looked death in the face and laughed, but there was something in Hopalong's eyes that made his flesh creep.
He glanced quickly past his foe and took in the scene with one flash of his eyes.

There was the crowd, eager, expectant, scowling.

There were Buck and Red, each lounging against a boulder, Buck on his right, Red on his left.

Before him stood the only man he had ever feared.