"Then," said Johnnie, "we must fight."
"Yes, fight," roared the Swede. He was like a demoniac. "Yes, fight!
I'll show you what kind of a man I am! I'll show you who you want to
fight! Maybe you think I can't fight! Maybe you think I can't! I'll
show you, you skin, you card-sharp! Yes, you cheated! You cheated! You
cheated!"
"Well, let's go at it, then, mister," said Johnnie, coolly.
The cowboy's brow was beaded with sweat from his efforts in
intercepting all sorts of raids. He turned in despair to Scully. "What
are you goin' to do now?"
A change had come over the Celtic visage of the old man. He now seemed
all eagerness; his eyes glowed.
"We'll let them fight," he answered, stalwartly. "I can't put up with
it any longer. I've stood this damned Swede till I'm sick. We'll let
them fight."