A bar ran the length of the room from front to rear.

In the center of the room was a roulette wheel; near it was a faro table; and scattered in various places were other tables.

Some oil-lamps in clusters provided light for the card and gambling tables; and behind the bar were several bracket lamps.
There were perhaps a score of men in the room when Shorty and the Circle L men burst in.

Shorty had come to a halt in the glare of one of the big clusters of lights, and his friends had halted near him.
The giant made a picture that brought an awed hush over the place.

He stood in the glaring light, a gun in each hand, the muscles of his face and neck standing out like whipcords; his legs a-sprawl, his eyes blazing with awful rage as they roved around the room, scanning the faces of every man there.