"It's a lie!" interrupted Jake sullenly.
How it was done the Eastern man never knew, but Jake went staggering backward, and when he recovered himself and stood with the blood trickling from a cut under his eye, the Cowboy had him covered with a big Colt's 45, and the eyes which looked at him over the barrel were ugly enough to make a gamer man than Jake feel uneasy.
"Drop yer gun."
Jake dropped it.
"Now move away from it."
Jake did so.
The Cowboy handed his big pistol to the Eastern man and walked straight up to Jake, who looked decidedly uncomfortable.
"Now take it back, or I'll smash yer face," said the Cowboy savagely.
"All right, but, damn you, if it warn't
that my leg is sore where the dog bit me I'd fight yer till I couldn't see!"