"Are you runnin' my affairs?
You hit the breeze, right now--you hear me!" Slade grinned venomously, and waved a violent hand around the circle.
"You hear your boss, boys!" he said; "Slope!" The men hesitated an instant, sending sharp, incredulous glances at their leader.

But Antrim, pale, knowing that if he betrayed the slightest sign of insincerity his men would suspect, met their looks steadily.

The men wheeled their horses, muttering profanely, and rode slowly westward into the growing darkness.
When they had disappeared, Lawler smiled faintly at the outlaw chief.
"You can get down, now, Antrim." He drew the pistol from Red King's mane, where it had been concealed during Antrim's talk with his men, and sheathed it.

And then Blackburn, who had been a silent, amazed witness to what had occurred, whistled softly, covertly poking Shorty in the ribs.
"There's one thing that's as good as a vent, ain't there, Shorty ?" he said.

"That's a gun in the hand of a man who's got plenty of nerve!".