I'll--" "You won't do anything, do you hear that?
But if you knew who I am you'd be doing something blamed quick." A dozen men heard him say it, and they remembered it word for word.
"You go scratch yourself!" retorted Anderson Crow scornfully.

That was supposed to be a terrible challenge, but the stranger took no notice of it.
"What am I to do with this horse and buggy ?" he growled, half to himself.

"I bought the darned thing outright up in Boggs City, just because the liveryman didn't know me and wouldn't let me a rig.

Now I suppose I'll have to take the old plug down to the creek and drown him in order to get rid of him." Nobody remonstrated.

He looked a bit dangerous with his broad shoulders and square jaw.
"What will you give me for the outfit, horse, buggy, harness and all?
I'll sell cheap if some one makes a quick offer." The bystanders looked at one another blankly, and at last the concentrated gaze fell upon the Pooh-Bah of the town.