"Oh, it's a fight ye mean?"
"Exactly."
The Irishman leered at him cunningly.
"I'm too old a bird to be caught wit' that stuff—puttin' you wit' the right on yer side. We're afther sheddin' no blood here, Misther Nichols. We're on this job for peace an' justice fer all."
"Then you're afraid to fight?"
"No. But I'm not a-goin' to——"
"Not if I tell you you're a sneak, a liar and a coward——"
Flynn's jaw worked and his glance passed from Jacobi to Wells.
"I'll make ye eat them names backwards one day, Misther Nichols—but not now—I'm here for a bigger cause. Stand away from the door."
"In a moment. But first let me tell you this, and Shad Wells too. You're going out of this door and out of this camp,—all three of you. And if any one of you shows himself inside the limits of this property he'll have to take the consequences."