His attention was arrested and his cheek grew red.
"_What is it_ ?" he asked, a little confused and a good deal annoyed.
"I don't hear what ye say," shouted Jim, putting his hand to his ear.
"_What is it_ ?" repeated the young man.

"I'll kill that fellow to-night," he added to Lige Willetts.

"Some one ought to have done it long ago." "What ?" "I _say_, WHAT IS IT ?" "I only wanted to say me and you certainly did fool these here Hoosiers this morning, huh?
Hustled them two fellers through the court-house, and nobody never thought to slip round to the other door and head us off.
Ha, ha! We were jest a _leetle_ too many fer 'em, huh ?" From an upper tier of seats the rusty length of Mr.Martin erected itself joint by joint, like an extension ladder, and he peered down over the gaping faces at the Town Marshal.

"Excuse me," he said sadly to those behind him, but his dry voice penetrated everywhere, "I got up to hear Jim say 'We' again." Mr.Bardlock joined in the laugh against himself, and proceeded with his wife to some seats, forty or fifty feet distant.

When he had settled himself comfortably, he shouted over cheerfully to the unhappy editor: "Them shell-men got it in fer you, Mr.Harkless." "Ain't that fool shet up _yit_ ?" snarled the aged Mr.Bodeffer, indignantly.