Meanwhile he despatches Jack Moore an' Dan Boggs as a gyard of honor to lead old Glegg to our trystin' place in the New York store.
"'An' the first thing you-all do, Jack,' says Enright, as Jack an' Dan rides away, 'you get that outcast's guns.' "It ain't no more'n time for one drink when Jack an' Dan returns in company of this Glegg.

He's a fierce, gray old gent with a eye like a wolf.

Jest before he arrives, Enright advises the pinfeather person an' the bride Abby, to go camp in the r'ar room so the sudden sight of 'em won't exasp'rate this parent Glegg to madness.
"'Whatever's the meanin' of this yere concourse ?' demands old Glegg, as he comes into the New York store, an' p'intin' to where Peets an' Texas an' Cherokee Hall, along with Enright, is standin' about; 'an' why does these hold-ups'-- yere he indicates Dan an' Jack,--'denoode me of my hardware, I'd like to know ?' "'These gents,' says Enright, 'is a quorum of that respectable body known as the Wolfville Stranglers, otherwise a Vig'lance Committee; an' your guns was took so as to redooce the chances of hangin' you--the same bein' some abundant, nacheral,--to minimum.

Now who be you?
also, what's your little game ?' "'My name's Benjamin Glegg,' responds old Glegg.

'I owns the Sunflower brand an' ranch.