"I'll git a Bismarck lawyer," declared Matthews.
"Yes, and we'll tar and feather the shyster. What's more, I'll head a bunch of Clark's boys, and we'll wipe Shanty Town off the face of the earth."
Matthews raised his shoulders and put his tongue in his cheek. "You're mighty interested in these ladies, seems t' me," he said insinuatingly.
The slur did not escape the storekeeper. It determined him to parley no further. "Hoist your hands!" he commanded.
Matthews obeyed. His fingers were twitching.
The next command was curt. "Mosey!"
The other moved away. When he was beyond pistol range, he produced his second revolver and waved it above his head. "You jus' wait!" he shouted. "You jus' wait! I'll fix y'!"
Lounsbury returned him a mocking salute.