Do you think I've forgotten what you did for me that night in Elkhead?
Not in a thousand years.

Dan, I'd rather make my last play here than any other place in the world.

Let 'em come! We'll salt them down and plant them where they won't grow." As he talked the pallor quite left him, and the fighting fire blazed in his eyes, he stood lion-like, his feet spread apart as if to meet a shock, his tawny head thrown back, and there was about him a hair-trigger sensitiveness, in spite of his bulk, a nervousness of hand and coldness of glance which characterizes the gun-fighter.

Buck Daniels stepped closer, without a word, but one felt that he also had walked into the alliance.

As Barry watched them the yellow which swirled in his eyes flickered away for a moment.
"Why, gents," he murmured, "they ain't any call for trouble.