“Almost,” Rafe returned. “All that bothers me is not sticking by the same crowd that we started out with to-night. As for Jim Duff—”
“He's poison, and deadly poison at that,” broke in Jeff.
“That's just what he is, pardner.”
“Yet I used to like Duff pretty well.”
“So did I,” nodded Jeff. “But that was when I thought he had some sand.”
“The fellow's a skulking coyote!”
“A coyote is brave, compared with Jim Duff,” contended Jeff Moore.
“Reade and Hazelton showed the real sand!”
“I never thought tenderfeet could be as brave,” glowed Moore.
“Jeff, I reckon Reade and Hazelton aren't real tenderfeet any more. They've been west some time. But, then, such fellows wouldn't be tenderfeet even if they lived in New Jersey all the time. Courage belongs in some fellows, no matter where they work.”