Not a muscle of his body moved.

The offense was a monstrous one in the ethics of the country, and the fence cutter had a right to expect Lawler to exhibit passion of some kind.
"Gary Warden, eh ?" Lawler laughed quietly.

"If you're lying----" The man protested that he was telling the truth.
At this point the tall man sneered.
"Hell," he said; "quit your damn blabbin'!" "Yes," grinned Lawler, speaking to the small man.

"You're quitting your talk.

From now on your friend is going to do it.