“I've got no kick coming if it burns, but it sha'n't be pulled down.”
“Put up your gun, and we'll give you a lift at getting your stuff out.”
“No, you won't.”
McClintock kept his eyes on the muzzle of the shotgun.
“It ain't the property loss we are thinking of—it's the possible loss of life,” he said, mildly.
“I'll chance it,” retorted Williams, briefly.
“Well, we won't.”
Williams made no reply; he merely fingered the lock of his gun.
“Put down that gun, John!” commanded McClintock, sternly.
At the same moment he reached around and took an axe from the hands of the nearest man.