"
Tom saw the motion of the hand toward the weapon, though no change
in his calm face or steady eyes denoted the fact.
"I believe I've just one thing more to say to you, Leon. I've
told young Drew that he needn't bother about coming back as your
helper. He is to report to me, and I shall find him another job."
"Are you going to get away from here?" snarled the angry cook.
"Presently."
"I'll give you only until I count ten," Leon snapped, his hand still
resting on the butt of his revolver.
"You're not threatening me with your pistol, are you?" Tom inquired
in a mild tone.
"You'll find out, if you don't vamoose right along. One---two---"
"Stop it," Tom commanded, without raising his voice. "You may
think you could get your pistol out in time to use it. Try it,
and you'll learn how quickly I can jump on you and grab you.
Try to draw your weapon, or even to shift your position ever so
little, and I'll show you a trick that may possibly surprise you."
There was no trace of braggadocio in Tom Reade's quiet voice, but
Leon knew, instantly, that the young engineer could and would be as
good as his word.
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