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"So there was some talk disparagin' to the lynchin', an' the party that's in, holdin' its tenure by the skin of its teeth, an' election comin' on, sided in with public opinion an' frowned on the lynchin', not as a hangin', you onderstand, but because the hangin' didn't redound none to their particular credit it not being legal an' regular.

"Waal, boys, I took a good look, as this sport suggests, and I'm a pop-eyed tenderfoot if I didn't recognize the guy right off. I couldn't jest place him at first, but in a few seconds I remembered where I'd seen him last." "An' where was that?" questioned Sandy, while everybody listened eagerly for his answer. "It was at a function thet come near bein' a lynchin' party," answered Chip.

She said she was going to spend the night at the Jordans'. She kissed her mother good-bye, just as she always does, and we ain't seen or heard anything of her since. Nobody in Windomville saw her. Bill Foss is afraid she may have been waylaid by hoboes down along the river road. If if THAT happened there'll be something worse than lynchin' if I ever lay hands on " Thane broke in with an oath.

The flat used to be bigger, but the creek's eaten into it. Poppe said they was a couple of killin's an' one lynchin'." Lying low against their horses' necks, they scrambled up a steep cattle trail out of the canyon, and began to work across rough country toward the knolls. "Say, Saxon, you're always lookin' for something pretty.

Take a good look, an' don't miss the necktie he's wearin'. Pretty li'l rope choker we got for Dandy Anthony. Ain't no man can go killin' an' get away with it, while I'm here," looking around for applause. "Name of a pig!" hissed Mignon. "You you would." "Sure' we would! Right out on the lynchin' tree." She turned and dashed for the rear. "Ze sheriff! He must come toute suite!"

Lord love you, I'd as soon 'a' seen Peg-leg shot as I would eat, an' when I remembers the little Mojave kid I'm glad as how his time is at hand. Saved us the trouble o' lynchin' that sooner or later had to come.

They climbed a ladder and looked down into the reservoir partly filled with golden grain, and Jerry, noticing a coil of rope hanging from an upright, inquired: "Did ye hev a lynchin' in hyar by way of house-warmin'?" McGivins laughed, but his narrative had not yet come to uses of that rope, and he refused to be hurried.

'Movin'? Why, pard, we've been settin' down to rest! Out our way, if a lynchin' party didn't move faster than we've done so fur, the center of attraction would die on the road of old age. Now, my heroic college chum, he goes on, callin' me out of my name, as usual, 'will you be so condescendin' as to indicate how we hit the trail? "'Hit hit which? Don't hit nothin', for goodness' sake!

When he see how I'd stopped it he got madder than hell, an' went right out fer lynchin' me. The boys wus drunk enough to listen to his lousy talk." "Was he drunk?" "Not on your life. Beasley's too sweet on the dollars. But I guess he's got his knife into that Golden Woman of ours." The Padre had no more questions to ask. He dropped back into the room and lit the oil lamp.

Dill, "we'd a put him in a tunnel with ten days' rations and walled him up." "They come clost to lynchin' me onct on Sucker Crick in Southern Oregon for tellin' the truth," Uncle Bill said reminiscently, unperturbed. Southern Oregon! Wilbur Dill looked startled. Ah, that was it! He looked sharply at Griswold, but the old man's face was blank.