He had 'em going now.

They showed it.
"If you shed one drop," he went on, "you must shed more.

Can't you see it--widening and deepening, widening and deepening, till you're wading knee deep in it--till it climbs to your waists--till it climbs to your throats and chokes you ?" It was a horrible idea, the way he played that there pool of blood and he shuddered like he felt it climbing up himself.

And they felt it.

A few men can't kill a hull, dern county and get away with it.