They said so now.
"Where's Woodhull now ?" demanded the bearded man who had championed Banion.

"I see Will out rounding up his cows, but Sam Woodhull ain't turned a hand to hooking up to pull in west o' town with the others." "That's easy," smiled another.

"Sam Woodhull is where he's always going to be--hanging around the Wingate girl.

He's over at their camp now." "Well, I dunno's I blame him so much for that, neither.

And he kin stay there fer all o' me.