"Do you hear?" he called.
"Yes," muttered Hamilton.
"Then," said Monte, "I want you to get hold of the next point: that from now on you're to let her alone. Get that?"
Hamilton's lips began to twitch.
"Because if you come around bothering her any more," explained Monte, "I'll be there myself; and, believe me, you'll go out the door. And if you try any more gun-play—the little fellows will nail you next time. Sure as preaching, they'll nail you. That would be too bad for every one—for you and for her."
"How for her?" demanded Hamilton hoarsely.
"The papers," answered Monte. "And for you because—"
"I don't care what they do to me," growled Hamilton.
"I believe that," nodded Monte. "Do you know that I 'm the one person on earth who is inclined to believe what you say?"
He saw Hamilton crouch as if to spring. Monte placed his left hand in his empty pocket.