"Don't block the streets, men.
Remember, we've no right to do that." A resounding cheer ascended at the sound of Tom's voice.

In the light of the lanterns Tom was seen to be signaling with his hands for quiet, and the din soon died down.
"Mr.Reade," spoke Beasley, in a voice that shook with indignation, "the real men of this town would like an account of what has been going on here to-night.

If Duff and his cronies have been up to anything that hurts the good name of the town we'd like the full particulars.

You men there--don't let one of the rascals get away.

Jim Duff and his gang will have to answer to the town of Paloma." "Men," ordered Reade, "bring along the crew you caught in the cellar.
Don't hurt them--remember how cowardly violence would be when we have everything in our own hands." "The men of Paloma will do all the hurting," Mr.Beasley announced grimly.
Tom's own deliberate manner, and his manifest intention of not abusing his advantage impressed itself upon the decent men of Paloma, who now swarmed about the frightened captives from the cellar.
"I know 'em all," muttered Beasley.