Some with a snort, like they knowed they was being trifled with, and it made 'em sore.

His eyebrows goes up agin, like it was awful impolite in folks to snort that-away, and he is surprised to hear it.

And Will, he digs fur a match and finds her and passes her over.

He lights his cigarette, and he draws a good inhale, and he blows the smoke out like it done him a heap of good.

He sees something so interesting in that little cloud of smoke that everybody else looks at it, too.
"Do I understand," he says, "that some one is going to lynch some one, or something of that sort ?" "That's about the size of it, colonel," says Will.
"Um!" he says, "What for ?" Then everybody starts to talk all at once, half of them jumping to their feet, and making a perfect hullabaloo of explanations you couldn't get no sense out of.