"But the peace meetin' is now over.

Get your sky-hooks clawin' at the clouds!" he warned coldly as Neal hesitated.
When both had raised their hands above their heads he deftly plucked their weapons from their holsters.

Then, alert and watchful, he drew the elder Taggart's rifle from its sling on the saddle and threw it a dozen feet away.
"Now just step over to that bunch of mesquite," he ordered; "there's somethin' there that I want to show you." In obedience to his command they went forward.

Both came to a halt when around the edge of the mesquite clump they saw the dead body of Sharp, with the handkerchief over his face.

Neither recognized the man until Calumet drew the handkerchief away, and then both started back.
"Know him, eh ?" said Calumet, watching them narrowly.