It called forth all that was in the man.

He flung Wright's body off.

But even as it dropped, before Sampson could recover to leap as he surely intended for the gun, I covered him, called piercingly to him.

I could kill him there or as he moved.

But one chance I gave him.
"Don't jump for the gun! Don't! I'll kill you! I've got two shells left! Sure as God, I'll kill you!" He stood perhaps ten feet from the table where his gun lay.