But Antrim goes off the handle complete.
"'The damned sneak lifted my guns!' he yells.
"'You wantin' a gun ?' says Lawler, cold an' ca'm.

He backs up an' lifts one of Shorty's.

Then he walks close to Antrim an' shoves it into his right hand.
"'There's a gun, you polecat,' he says.

'Fan it.

I'd admire to blow the gizzard outen you!' "But Antrim didn't seem to be none tickled, now that he'd got the gun.
He stood, lookin' at it, like it was somethin' strange an' unusual, an' he was wonderin' whether he ought to hang onto it or drop it.