Only the momentary sound of struggling feet was heard.
"Sit down," said Brace's voice, "and don't be a fool.

You're too weak, and it ain't a fair fight.

Let go your hold.

I'm not lying--I wish to God I was!" There was a silence, and Brace resumed, "We've been rivals, I know.
Maybe I thought my chance as good as yours.

If what I say ain't truth, we'll stand as we stood before; and if you're on the shoot, I'm your man when you like, where you like, or on sight if you choose.