"Ye'll hatter fight.

Well then, seein' as hit's about a gal, knuckle an' skull, is that right ?" He cast a glance around this group of other fighting men of a border day.

They nodded gravely, but with glittering eyes.
"Well then, gentlemen"-- and now he stood free of Woodhull--"ye both give word ye'll make no break till we tell ye?
I'll say, two-three days out ?" "Suits me," said Woodhull savagely.

"I'll break his neck for him." "Any time that suits the gentleman to break my neck will please me," said Will Banion indifferently.

"Say when, friends.