"Take back that order and tell those men to go home and stay there."
"I'll see you in hell first!" came the answer in a growl.
Scarcely had the words passed his lips when John Graham's fist shot into his rival's face.
The blow was delivered so quickly Steve's heavy form struck the ground before the astonished men could interfere.
In a moment a dozen men sprang between them and John said with quiet emphasis, glaring at his enemy:
"I'll be in my office at ten o'clock to-morrow morning, to receive any communication you may wish to make—you understand!"
And deliberately mounting his horse, he rode away into the night alone.
