Rathburn laughed scornfully. “When I heard you was out here, Eagen, I guessed it was something like this that brought you here. Maybe you’re statin’ facts as to this job which, you say, is coming up. But you lied when you said you’d shoot square, Eagen. I wouldn’t trust you as far as you could throw a bull by the tail, an’ there’s half a dozen other reasons why you an’ me couldn’t be pardners!”
Eagen stepped back with a snarl of rage. “I don’t reckon you’re entitled to what rep you’ve got!” he blurted hoarsely. “Right down under the skin, Rathburn, I believe you’re soft!”
“That’s puttin’ it up to me all fair an’ square,” Rathburn replied evenly. “I’ll give it right back to you, Eagen.”
“Get that gun out of the window.”
“Mallory.”
“Right here, Rathburn, an’ all set,” came Mallory’s voice.
“Get that gun out of the window.”
“What’s that? Don’t you see there’s three of ’em? You–––”
“Get that gun out of the window!” rang Rathburn’s voice.