Now I 'm playing this game to the limit, and that limit is just about reached.

You unlimber before I count ten, you murderer, or I 'll spoil both your hands!" The mocking, sardonic grin deserted Murphy's features.

It was sullen obstinacy, not doubt of the other's purpose, that paralyzed him.
"Unlimber! It's the last call." With a snarl the scout unclasped his army belt, dropped it to the ground, and sullenly kicked it over toward Hampton.

"Now--now--you, you gray-eyed--devil, kin I--sit up ?" The other nodded.

He had drawn the fangs of the wolf, and now that he no longer feared, a sudden, unexplainable feeling of sympathy took possession of him.