They know better.

They don't want--" Jack grinned, and hitched his gun into plainer view.

"When we start in, it won't be STICKS we're sending to His Nibs," he observed placidly.
"We're just waiting for him to ante." "This," said Baumberger, a peculiar gleam coming into his leering, puffy-lidded eyes, and a certain hardness creeping into his voice, "this is a matter for your father and me to settle.

It's just-a-bide-beyond you youngsters.

This is a civil case.