The men hustled the two antagonists apart.
"Listen, Sam," went on the tall Missourian, still with his grip on Woodhull's wrist.

"We'll see ye both fair.

Ye've got to fight now, in course--that's the law, an' I ain't learned it in the fur trade o' the Rockies fer nothin', ner have you people here in the settlements.

But I'll tell ye one thing, Sam Woodhull, ef ye make one move afore we-uns tell ye how an' when to make hit, I'll drop ye, shore's my name's Bill Jackson.

Ye got to wait, both on ye.