"I suppose you are armed," he said contemptuously. "If you threaten me I'll take away your guns and slap both your faces—ask the other pup how it feels, Quarren."
Ledwith struggled to rise but Quarren had him fast.
"Get out of here, Sprowl," he said. "You'll have a bad time of it if he gets away from me."
Sprowl stared, hands in his pockets, puffing his cigar.
"I've a notion to kick you both out," he drawled.
"It would be a mistake," panted Quarren. "Can't you go while there's time, Sprowl! I tell you he'll kill you in this room if you don't."
"I won't—kill him!—Let go of me, Quarren," gasped Ledwith. "I—I won't do murder; I've promised you that—for her sake——"
"Let him loose, Quarren," said Sprowl.
