I seen the old man before Colonel Harbison seen him, I seen him before Andy Gilmore seen him, I seen him before the coroner seen him, or the sheriff or _any one_ seen him! I was on the spot ahead of 'em all.

If any one wants to know how he looked just after he was killed, they got to come to me to find out.

Colonel Harbison can't tell 'em, and Andy Gilmore can't tell 'em; it's only me knows them particulars!" The effect of this stirring declaration was quite all he had hoped for.
Out of the tail of his eye he saw that Mrs.Shrimplin was, as she afterward freely confessed, taken aback.

As for Custer, he had forgotten his disappointment that a death by violence had occurred for which his father was not directly responsible.
"Did you see the man that killed old Mr.McBride ?" asked Custer, breaking the breathless spell that was upon him.
"No; if I'd been just about fifteen minutes sooner I'd have seen him; but I was just about that much too late, sonny.

I guess he's a whole lot better off, though." "What would you have done if you'd seen him ?" Custer's voice sank to a whisper.
"Well, I don't pack a gun for nothing.