And what's more, he shan't have him!" said Yancy, and his tone was final.
"I don't know what kind of a mess you're getting yourself into, Bob, I declare I don't!" cried Crenshaw, who felt that he was largely responsible for the whole situation.
"Looks like your neighbors would stand by you," suggested the squire.
"I don't want them to stand by me.

It'll only get them into trouble, and I ain't going to do that," rejoined Yancy, and lapsed into momentary silence.

Then he resumed meditatively, "There was old Baldy Ebersole who shot the sheriff when they tried to arrest him for getting drunk down in Fayetteville and licking the tavern-keeper--" "Sho', there wa'n't no harm in Baldy!" said the squire, with heat.

"When that sheriff come along here looking for him, I told him p'inted that Baldy said he wouldn't be arrested.

A more truthful man I never knowed, and if the damn fool had taken my word he'd be living yet!" "But you-all know what trouble killing that sheriff made fo' Baldy!" said Yancy.