With the gun still in his hand, he walked quickly down the road in the direction of the garden.
"He's mad! The boy is mad! He's going to kill--" Phoebe gave a sob, and ran after him, and with her went Miss Georgie and Evadna, white-faced, all three of them.
"Come on, boys--he's going to clean out the whole bunch!" whooped Gene.
"Oh, choke off!" Wally gritted disgustedly, glancing over his shoulder at them.

"Go back to the house, and STAY there! Ma, make Vad quit that yelling, can't yuh ?" He looked eloquently at Jack, keeping pace with him and smiling with the steely glitter in his eyes.

"Women make me sick!" he snorted under his breath.
Peaceful stared after them, went into the stable, and got a blanket to throw over Baumberger's inert body, stooped, and made sure that the man was dead, with the left breast of his light negligee shirt all blackened with powder and soaked with blood; covered him well, and tied up the team.

Then he went to the house, and got the old rifle that had killed Indians and buffalo alike, and went quickly through the grove to the garden.

He was a methodical man, and he was counted slow, but nevertheless he reached the scene not much behind the others.