"Ashby got as much of me as I'd want any marksman to get." Having withdrawn to a distance, the crowd waited.
It was nearly half an hour before Dr.Furniss stepped outside.

Now he walked swiftly over to the edge of the crowd.
"Gentlemen," remarked the physician, "you are justified in feeling very well pleased that you didn't lynch Ashby.

The poor fellow is as insane as a man could well be.

He imagines Mr.Reade has hurt his business and is determined to kill him.

I'll send for a straightjacket and then we'll hustle him away to the asylum." At this moment a wild yell sounded from the shack, to be echoed from the crowd.