"Say, son, ain’t you courtin’ disaster interferin’ in my private business?" he threatened. He knew he dare not fight alone against Jim and his men, so he played for time. If only he had his gang! Jim replied: "Do you call it ’business’ robbing Indians when they’re drunk, and insulting women?" The cow-boy honor—for Cash had a crude drilling in the laws of the West—flamed at the last words, and in all sincerity, true to his American point of view, he answered, hotly: "Don’t you accuse me of insultin’ women. She ain’t a woman—she’s a squaw." Jim turned away. Why argue? "Bill," he said, "you and Grouchy put Tabywana on his pony. Nat-u-ritch, pike way, and take your father with you." He knew she could manage the ponies and arrive at her wickyup in safety; in fact, the pony would take the Chief home as he would a dead weight, if Tabywana was once strapped on his back. The men struggled with the heavy body of Tabywana, and they finally succeeded in dragging him across the room, followed by Nat-u-ritch carrying the blanket. Cash could only watch—he was helpless—so he snarled: "You’ve spoiled my trade, eh?" Jim turned to him. "The bar is closed to Indians in Maverick." He meant Cash to infer that he could make it unpleasant for him if he called the government’s attention to the matter. But Cash only sneeringly asked, "By whose orders?" "Uncle Sam’s orders, and they’re backed up by the big ’C’ brand." At these words Shorty and Andy both pulled their guns, and stood ready to defend Jim’s statement. Cash gave a loud shout, then threw himself against the bar as he screamed to attract the people in the room. "Gents," he called, "the Young Men’s Christian Association is in the saddle. Say," he wildly went on, "it’s goin’ to be perfectly sweet in Maverick. Nick,"—he turned to the bartender, who now wished that Hawkins would go—"I’ll be back for a glass of lemonade." Then he came to Jim, and, bowing low, he said, with all the venom and malice of his nature, "And say, angel-face, when I come back you better be prepared to lead in prayer." He made a lunge at Jim, but the sharp eyes of his men never left his hands. Cash gave a wild roar of derisive laughter, flung himself across the room, turned at the door, pointed to Jim, again laughed wildly, and then disappeared. Shorty and Andy followed him to the door. Jim, indifferent, with his back to him, walked to a table at the farther end of the room. The place was silent now. Jim knew he had received a direct challenge. According to the laws of the West, Cash was entitled to get his men together to meet Jim and his men. Every one in the saloon was on the alert. The Englishman was not well known there, but from what they had heard they knew he was courageous. Would he prove it now? If so, it meant that he would be there when Cash returned. Shorty turned from the door. "He’ll be back," he said, without looking at Jim.