President Bascomb began to shiver.
"I'll make you sweat for this!" raved the stranger.
"Let go of the fellow, please," said Tom.

Then, as Harry and Mr.Prenter stepped aside, Reade added, "I'll admit, Mr.Bootleg, that I've behaved in a rather high-handed fashion with you.

But I'm justified in doing it.

You have been breaking the law of the state, moving through this camp and selling liquor.

You represent the scum of the otherwise decent population of Alabama.