"That's good enough. I like to see a man heeled. I'll have more pleasure in cutting you now," answered Nappa Bill.
"What do you want to fight me at all for?"
"Wasn't I paid for it? Why, look at here, I'd scorn to take the man's money and do nothing for it."
"Come on, then. The sooner this thing is settled the better."
Nappa Bill did not want to be asked twice; he accepted the invitation and threw himself upon Jack, who received a slight flesh-wound in his shoulder.
Drawing himself quickly back, he fired a snap-shot at the ruffian, not having time to take aim.
The bullet struck Nappa Bill about the middle of the wrist, and with a fearful oath he allowed his knife to drop on the floor.
"Curse you!" he cried. "You've broken my wrist."
"It's all your own fault," replied Jack, coolly. "I did not provoke this contest, as all the gentlemen here present, I am sure, will testify. You have made a little money by your conduct, but I guess it will all go in doctor's bills."
At this there was a laugh.