"You damn blind fool! D'you think you could double cross me an' get by with it ?" "Give me a chance, Jim.

One more chance, one more chance!" Even in his terror he remembered to keep his voice low lest those in the front room should hear.
"Out with it, if you love livin'!" "I--I can't talk while you got that gun on me!" Silent not only lowered his gun, but actually returned it to the holster.

Nothing could more clearly indicate his contempt, and Hardy, in spite of his fear, crimsoned with shame.
"It was Tex Calder," he said at last.
Silent started a little and his eyes narrowed again.
"What of him ?" "He came here a while ago an' tried to make a deal with me." "An' made it!" said Silent ominously.
No gun pointed at him this time, but Hardy jerked his hands once more above his head and cowered against the wall.
"So help me God he didn't, Jim." "Get your hands down." He lowered his hands slowly.
"I told him I didn't know nothin' about you." "What about that train?
What about that shipment ?" "It's jest the way I told you, except that it's on the eighteenth instead of the nineteenth." "I'm goin' to believe you.

If you double cross me I'll have your hide.
Maybe they'll get me, but there'll be enough of my boys left to get you.

You can lay to that.