But that is no excuse for any man to play the coward.

I am not afraid of you, Hobart, or your gang.

You got me before by treachery; I was not looking for trouble.

But now I am.

I am going through that door, and if you try to stop me you are going to get hurt." The fellow grinned, one hand thrust into the outer pocket of his coat, his eyes narrowed into ugly slits.
"You think so! You haven't a weapon on you, West, and if you take a step, I'll put you out of commission.