He knew Hampton would kill him if he needed to do so, but he likewise realized that he was not likely to fire until he had gained the information he was seeking.

Cunning pointed the only safe way out from this difficulty.

Lies had served his turn well before, and he hoped much from them now.

If he only knew how much information the other possessed, it would be easy enough.

As he did not, he must wield his weapon blindly.
"You 're makin' a devil of a fuss over little or nuthin'," he growled, simulating a tone of disgust.