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Chadron was impatient; he looked at his watch. "Well, I'd be purty sure to make a speech from the gallers I always intended to and lay everything open that ever took place between me and you and the rest of them big fellers. There's a newspaper feller in Cheyenne that wants to make a book out of m' life, with m' pict're in the inside of the lid, to be sold when I'm dead.
It's a bad sign when a man wastes a bullet on a hired hand, takin' him for the boss, and I ain't a-goin' to run no more resks on that feller. When my day for glory comes I'll step out on the gallers and say m' piece, and they'll be some big fellers in this country huntin' the tall grass about that time, I guess."
"Calling names won't do any good, Deborah," he said sadly; "we must do the best we can." "There ain't no chance of the lawr gettin' that woman to the gallers I 'spose, sir?" "The woman is your late master's lawful wife. Pash seems to think so and has gone over to the enemy" here Deborah clenched her mighty fists and gasped.
He kills everybody he takes a noshun to in kold blud, and then goze to sleep in his tent. Bimeby he wakes up and yells for a hoss so he kan go orf and kill some more peple. If he isent a fit spesserman for the gallers then I shood like to know whare you find um. Thare's Iargo who is more ornery nor pizun.
"She's allays a-talkin' of dyin' an' gallers, as if they were nice things to jawr about." "Who was that woman who died here three or four weeks ago?" asked Kilsip, sharply. "'Ow should I know?" retorted Mother Guttersnipe, sullenly. "I didn't kill 'er, did I? It were the brandy she drank; she was allays drinkin', cuss her." "Do you remember the night she died?"
"So, Guv," piped the Old Un cheerily, "we're out for the criminal's gore specially me. We're goin' to track the perisher to 'is 'orrible doom "'Where'er he be To th' gallers tree Oh, Guv, we mean t' bring him; An' laugh with j'y When nice an' 'igh The blinkin' bobbies swing 'im." "And you think you know who it was?" "I do, Guv, I do!" nodded the Old Un.
"Ef they did," he answered, candidly, "I reckon hit would be hangin' or ther penitenshery fer me but they hain't agoin' ter." "I don't seek ter hinder ye none," she told him in a faltering voice, "despite hit's goin' ter nigh kill me ter see ye go. Somehow hit seems like I wouldn't be so skeered ef ye war guilty yoreself ... but ter hev ye risk ther gallers fer somethin' ye didn't nuver do "
An' the boy takes arter her. A deep young cuss," whispered Granny Purr, significantly. "But why should I beware of him?" asked Beecot, puzzled. "A nod's a wink to a blind 'un," croaked Mrs. Purr, condensing the proverb, and turning away. "Jus' leave that brat, Tray, to his own wickedness. They'll bring him to the gallers some day." "But I want to know " "Ah, well, then, you won't, sir.
Knowin' Bill's language on sech occasions ain't what a church-member ort to hear, I was makin' it convenient to leave, when along come her, an' he choked off ez suddin ez a feller on the gallers." Day by day the boys dug dirt, and carried it to the creek, and washed out the precious gold; day by day the denizens of Tough Case worked as many hours and as industriously as men anywhere.
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