"But that tool is not for me.

I'm the two-hundred-and-thirteenth vice president of the Peace Society." "You'd better fight, or hike," advised the older of the two men.
"This isn't going to be a safe place for just nothing but chin.
And, ladies, I ask you to get behind one of the cars, since you won't leave here.

Throw yourselves flat on your faces.

We don't want any good women hit by any such mean rascals as that crowd over there." The men with the rifles scowled dangerously.
"Now, listen to me---all hands," begged Tom, raising his right hand.
"It's none of my business, as I very well know, but may I inquire what all this trouble is about ?" A rather portly, well dressed and well-groomed man of sixty, who had been leaning against the side of one of the cars, now spoke up promptly enough: "I am head of the company that has legally staked out a claim here, young man.

Ours is a mining company.