Roy Norton, The Golden Mocassins — Chapter 8 (1911)
“ A heavy gun rattled to the floor, and Sparhawk calmly picked it up and slipped it into his own shirt. “You fool!” he growled, in a hoarse monotone. “What ails you? Take a fall to yourself. No trouble of any kind here! See? Go on, and shut your trap!” As if brought to his senses by something suggestive in the speech, Royce lowered his hands, and started to the next guest. “It's a good thing for you I didn't put it over,” he said, over his shoulder, with a wolfish grin at the Hatchet. ”
