"Are we dependin' on this here new way o' takin' care of fellers that kills too many folks?
If the Greaser done it, he's guilty, an' that settles it.

Hangin's too good for a feller that'll kill a man in camp, an' then try to burn him up." "That's right!" "Sure!" "That's the talk!" were the many replies greeting this comment.
"Order, order, gentlemen!" called the judge from the bench, pounding on the box before him.
"Call William Haskins," said the prosecuting attorney, standing up, with his hands in his pockets.
"William Haskins, William Haskins, William Haskins! Come into Court!" cried out the clerk from his corner of the store box.

No immediate response was made.

Some one nudged Curly, who started up.
"Who--me ?" he said.
"Is your name William Haskins ?" asked the judge.
"Reckon _so_," said Curly.

"My folks used to call me that.