If anybody can persuade him, she can." So somebody started on a run.

I walked down street a ways and stopped.
In about five or ten minutes here comes Boggs again, but not on his horse.

He was a-reeling across the street towards me, bare-headed, with a friend on both sides of him a-holt of his arms and hurrying him along.
He was quiet, and looked uneasy; and he warn't hanging back any, but was doing some of the hurrying himself.

Somebody sings out: "Boggs!" I looked over there to see who said it, and it was that Colonel Sherburn.
He was standing perfectly still in the street, and had a pistol raised in his right hand--not aiming it, but holding it out with the barrel tilted up towards the sky.

The same second I see a young girl coming on the run, and two men with her.