He struggled into a sitting posture and read the few lines which the outlaw had written.
"Here's to you, Mr.Felix MacGregor," he chuckled feebly, balancing himself on the edge of the bunk.

"You're right.

It'll take two men to lay out Mr.William DeBar--if you ever get him at all!" Three days later, still in the cabin, he raised a hand to his bandaged head with an odd grimace, half of pain, half of laughter.
"You're a good one, you are!" he said to himself, limping back and forth across the narrow space of the cabin.

"You've got them all beaten to a rag when it comes to playing the chump, Phil Steele.

Here you go up to Big Chief MacGregor, throw out your chest, and say to him, 'I can get that man,' and when the big chief says you can't, you call him a four-ply ignoramus in your mind, and get permission to go after him anyway--just because you're in love.