He pushed back his chair and rose, his teeth firmly embedded in the cigar, and waited.
"What's the trouble, Kopf ?" demanded the newcomers.
"This fellow accuses me of being a spy and threatens to break my head." "O! break your head, is it?
Let us see.

Come, brothers; out with this fellow." Maurice saw that they were about to charge him, and his hand went to his hip pocket and rested on the butt of the revolver which the Colonel had given him.

"Gentlemen," he said, quietly, "I have no discussion with you.

I have a pistol in my pocket, and I'm rather handy with it.

I desire to talk to this man, and talk to him I will.