“Now come up on deck with me, Mr. Keedy. You’ve got to come after that.
There’s a lady here.”
“I’m going, gentlemen,” said the girl. “Don’t mind me.” She looked at
Keedy and set her lips.
But Keedy jumped up and pulled a gun instead of putting up his fists.
“I don’t fight that way, Mr. Keedy,” I told him. “I have no gun. You’d
better put yours up. You can’t afford to kill me--not yet!”
“No--and that’s the devil of it,” he blurted, after waiting a moment.
“You have taken advantage of--of--”
“Of your hankering to get money into your paws,” I snapped back at him.
“If you won’t come up and fight man fashion, I can’t make you, but
if you ever call me a coward again on this trip I’ll put in a little
evidence to the contrary with these.” I showed him my fists.
He rammed his revolver into his hip pocket and stamped out of the
saloon.