"I backed you, protected you, finally I went in with you.

Now it's ended.

I quit you.
I'm done!" Their gray, passion-corded faces were still as stones.
"Gentlemen," I called in clear, high, far-reaching voice, the intonation of authority, "you're both done!" They wheeled to confront me, to see my leveled gun.

"Don't move! Not a muscle! Not a finger!" I warned.

Sampson read what Wright had not the mind to read.