manner, hardly understanding just what had happened. "He vas mat; crazy mat!"
Oleson arose unsteadily to his feet, and groped his way along, the wall to where Price lay.
The fallen man looked up, in response to the touch on his shoulder; and he swore feebly: "Damn that fool—that idiot!"
"Shut up, an' git out!" shouted the bartender, standing rigidly upright, with a heavy Colt in his upraised hand. There were tears in his eyes, and his voice broke from excitement. "He wouldn't swaller yore insults! He knowed he was a better man! Get out of here, every damned one of you, or I 'll begin where he stopped. G 'wan—get out!"
The four looked at him, befuddled and sorely hurt; but they understood the attitude, if they did not quite grasp the words—and they knew that he meant what he looked. Staggering and hobbling, they finally found the door, and plunged out to the street, to meet the crowd of men who were running toward the building.
Jimmy, choking with anger and with respect for
