“Ink!” he snorted. “Damn fool busted the ink-bottle and I got it all in the face. What in the devil is goin’ on around here, anyway?”
Wham!
A bullet came through the window and splatted against the end of the room.
“Shoot at me, will you?” It was Horse-Collar’s voice, filled with righteous indignation. “Show yourself, you murderer! Give ’em hell if they rush you, Wind River!”
Roaring wiped some more ink off his face and got to his feet.
“Don’t go near the door,” advised Hashknife.
“I’m not goin’ to. What started this here war?”
Hashknife grinned sheepishly.
“Mebby I’m to blame. I accidentally fired this gun, and them three men must have thought I was shootin’ at them.”
“Hunh!” grunted Roaring disgustedly.