Bill Quade stared, his mouth open.

He staggered to his feet, and stood dizzily.
"You--damn you!" he cried huskily.
Three or four of the men had already begun to move toward the stranger.
Their hands were knotted, their faces murderously dark.
"Wait a minute, boys," warned Aldous coolly.

"I've got something to say to you--and Bill.

Then eat me alive if you want to.

Do you want to be square enough to give me a word ?" Quade had settled back sickly on his stool.