You heard what he said.

You know I've give him fair warning.

If we got to dig his grave in Brownsville, is it my fault?
It ain't!" He stepped to the bar and pounded upon it.

"O'Brien, for God's sake, a drink!" It was a welcome suggestion to the entire nervous crowd, but while the glasses spun across the bar Buck Daniels walked slowly down the length of the barroom towards Barry.

His face was a study which few men could have solved; unless there had been someone present who had seen a man walk to his execution.