I want every man--" "Bill, you're crazy!" It was Jack, white to the lips in sheer terror for Wilson, Jack who refused to blench at his own dire strait, who sprang up and clapped a hand over the mouth that was sealing the doom of the owner.

"Take him out, Jim, for God's sake! Take him--Bill, listen to me, you fool! What was it you were telling me, there in your own doorway, to-day?
About not thinking out loud?
You can't save me by talking like that! These men--those that don't hate me--are so scared of their own necks that they wouldn't lift a finger to save a twin brother.

Take him out, boys! Bill doesn't mean any harm." He tried to smile and failed utterly.

"He likes me, and he's--he's--" Shorty it was who jerked him away from Bill.

The Captain, on his feet, was dominating the uneasy crowd with his cold stare more than with the gun he held in his hand.
"This Committee," he stated in his calm, judicial tone, which chilled the growing fire of excitement and held the men silent that they might listen, "this Committee regrets that in the course of its unpleasant duties it must now and then rouse the antagonism of a bad man's friends.