A roll of bills, which he counted and turned over to the elder Bowlder, was sullenly placed in his hand.
The fellow who had not yet spoken clutched the journalist's sleeve with his dirty hand.
"We hain't done wit' youse," he said, hoarsely.

"Don't belief it, not fer a minute, see ?" The Town Marshal opened his eyes briskly, and placing a hand on each of the gamblers, said: "I hereby do arrest your said persons, and declare you my prisoners." The cry rose again, louder: "Run 'em out! String 'em up! Hang them! Hang them!" and a forward rush was made.
"This way, Jim.

Be quick," said Harkless, quietly, bending down and jerking one of the gamblers half-way up the steps.

"Get through the hall to the other side and then run them to the lock-up.

No one will stop you that way.