"Ef I ain't the first man of this crowd to set my foot in Roowun, an' first to beat in that jail door, an' take 'em out an' hang 'em by the neck till they're dead, dead, dead, I'm not Town Marshal of Plattville, County of Carlow, State of Indiana, and the Lord have mercy on our souls!" Tom Martin looked at the brown stain and quickly turned away; then he went back slowly to the village.

On the way he passed Warren Smith.
"Is it so ?" asked the lawyer.
Martin answered with a dry throat.

He looked out dimly over the sunlit fields, and swallowed once or twice.

"Yes, it's so.

There's a good deal of it there.