"Well, he swore right! ... Now what's it to you?"
Apparently the fact and its confession were nothing particular to
Gulden, or else he was deep where all considered him only dense and
shallow.
"It's done. Bill's dead," continued Gulden. "But why do you double-
cross the gang? What's the game? You never did it before. ... That
girl isn't your--"
"Shut up!" hissed Kells. Like a flash his hand flew out with his
gun, and all about him was dark menace.
Gulden made no attempt to draw. He did not show surprise nor fear
nor any emotion. He appeared plodding in mind. Red Pearce stepped
between Kells and Gulden. There was a realization in the crowd, loud
breaths, scraping of feet. Gulden turned away. Then Kells resumed
his seat and his pipe as if nothing out of the ordinary had
occurred.