"It's my business enough that you can call this meetin' off right here.

I'll be responsible for this man.

You boys mean well, but you're a little mite too previous this trip." "We aim to put a stop to that thievin' Tailholt Mountain outfit, Will," returned Reid, "an' we're goin' to do it right now." A murmur of agreement came from the group.
The Dean did not give an inch.

"You'll put a stop to nothin' this way; an' you'll sure start somethin' that'll be more than stealin' a few calves.

The time for stringin' men up promiscuous like, on mere suspicion, is past in Arizona.