"Mebbe dose ham is save some poor feller's life." "It's mob law," said the Lieutenant, indignantly, "and I won't stand for it." Gale turned a look of curiosity upon the officer.

"How are you going to help yourself ?" said he; but the young man did not wait to reply.
Quickly he elbowed his way towards the centre of the scene with that air of authority and determination before which a crowd melts and men stand aside.

Gale whispered to his companion: "Keep your eye open, lad.

There's going to be trouble." They stood on tiptoe, and watched eagerly.
"Gentlemen," announced Burrell, standing near the ashen-gray wretch, and facing the tentful of men, "this man is a thief, but you can't kill him!" Stark leaned across the bar, his eyes blazing, and touched the Lieutenant on the shoulder.
"Do you mean to take a hand in all of my affairs ?" "This isn't your affair; it's mine," said the officer.

"This is what I was sent here for, and it's my particular business.