"Take your hand away from the butt of your pistol," came Tom's
next command.
Something in the look of the young engineer's eyes compelled the
angry cook to obey.
"Now, unbuckle your belt and hand it to me, revolver and all."
"I'll-----" Leon flared up, but Tom interrupted him.
"Exactly, my friend. You'll be very wise if you do, and very
sorry if you don't!"
White with rage Leon unbuckled his belt. Then he handed it out,
slowly. He was prepared to leap upon the young engineer like
a panther, but Tom was watching alertly. He received the belt
with his left hand, holding his right hand clenched ready for
"business."
"Thank you," said Tom quietly. "Now, you may return to your work.
I'm ready to forget this, Leon, if you are."
Leon glared speechlessly at his conqueror. This cook had lived
in some of the roughest of mining camps, and had the reputation
of being dangerous when angry.
From outside came an appreciative chuckle. Then Jim Ferrers stepped
into the shack.
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