I'm asking questions a heap rapid, and the answers are going to jump right onto the tails of the questions.

If they don't, I'm going to see how near I can come to boring a hole in the place where he has his brains cached." The man glared malignantly at Lawler; but when the first question came it was answered instantly: "How much did Warden pay you ?" "A hundred dollars." "When were you to cut the fence ?" "When the norther struck." "You saw us cache grub in the cabin ?" The man nodded.
"What if you had found a couple of line riders here?
What were you told to do if you found line riders here?
I'm wanting the truth--all of it!" The man hesitated.

Lawler's pistol roared, the concussion rocking the air of the cabin.

The man staggered back, clapping a hand to his head, where, it seemed to him, the bullet from the pistol had been aimed.
The man brought up against the rear wall of the cabin, beside the fireplace; and he leaned against it, his face ghastly with fright, his lips working soundlessly.

The little man cowered, plainly expecting Lawler would shoot him, too.