"Ef I went an did what I OUGHT to did, I'd march straight out 'iss stable, git a policeman, an' tell him 'rest you an' take you off to jail.

'At's what you need--blowin' man's head off! Listen me: I'm goin' take 'iss gun an' th'ow her away where you can't do no mo' harm with her.

I'm goin' take her way off in the woods an' th'ow her away where can't nobody fine her an' go blowin' man's head off with her.

'At's what I'm goin' do!" And placing the revolver inside his coat as inconspicuously as possible, he proceeded to the open door and into the alley, where he turned for a final word.

"I let you off 'iss one time," he said, "but listen me--you listen, white boy: you bet' not tell you' pa.