"Stand back!"
The cry of the crowd was given in a lower, angrier tone; again it hurled itself against the door, and the little shanty, painted in the yellow and white of the railroad, rocked. Another shot pierced the shanty, splintering the boards above their heads. Then Archie stepped to the little window, thrust out his revolver. There was an angry cry outside, then stillness; the crowd gave way, withdrew, and kept its distance.
"Don't push the rod!" Curly commanded. "What in hell ails you?"
"Oh, sin not leery! I'll plug 'em for keeps!"
Curly looked into Archie's white face.
"Are the bulls tailing on?" he asked.
"They're coming strong! Listen!"
"We'd better cave!" urged Curly.
"Like hell!" Archie replied. "They don't drop me without a muss now. If you want to flunk--"
Curly's face flamed and his little eyes pierced Archie.