Denton had drawn his weapon, but when he saw that each of the newcomers covered him with revolvers, he replaced it in his pocket.
Brodie was standing at the table, and the girl was seated at his side.
“I want you and your mob to leave here,” he said angrily, addressing Owens.
“Not quite yet,” Rusty replied. “I have a little matter to settle with you before I go.”
The speaker walked to where Skip was standing, and, catching that gentleman by the ears, spat in his face.
With an infuriated cry, Brodie threw himself upon the other, and the pair fell to the floor.
Rusty seemed to be possessed of prodigious strength.
Very easily did he shake himself free of his powerful antagonist and rise to his feet.
“I guess there is really only one way to settle such carrion as you.”
Saying this, Owens drew a pistol and cocked it.