"Look here, Dan. If you're afraid that gang may trail you here and start
raising the devil--how many are there?"
"Five."
"I'm as good with a gun as I ever was in the old days. So is Buck. Partner,
let's make the show down together. Stick here with Kate and Joan and Buck
and I will help you hold the fort. Don't look at me like that. I mean it.
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.
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