Having drunk, the leader smote upon the bar with a heavy hand.
"Come along, men," he called out, "The quicker we hang that d----d Greaser the better it will be.

We done heard there was some sort o' trial goin' on here in town over this.

We cowmen ain't goin' to stand no such foolishness.

This Greaser killed Cal Greathouse, an' he's got to hang." He moved toward the door, followed by many silently, by others with steps that lagged.

"Well, you see--" began one man.
"To h----l with all that!" said the newcomer, turning upon him fiercely.
"We don't need no cowards!" "No, that ain't it," resumed the first man, "but we got to respeck the Co'te--fust Co'te ever did set here, you see.