I didn't aim t', 'til I seed what I did at th' ranch down yonder.

I tell you hit's time we was a doin' somethin'." At this, Mr.Lane's face and manner changed quickly.

He put up his weapon, and the two men drew their chairs close together, as though Death had not a moment before stretched forth his hand to them.
For an hour they sat talking in low tones.

Sammy in the next room had heard the conversation up to this point, but now only an occasional word reached her ears.

Gibbs seemed to be urging some action, and her father was as vigorously protesting.