All drank whisky, and drank it regularly.

Up to ten o'clock the whisky had produced no effect.
The assembly was still engaged in deliberation, drinking and thinking, calmly, solemnly.
At ten o'clock a big Texan raised his glass high above his head and smashed it upon the bar.
"Law an' order be damned!" said he.

"What kind o' law an' order is it to let a murderin' Greaser like that come clear?
Which of us'll be the next he'd kill ?" There was no answer.

A sigh, a shiver, a little rustling sound passed over the crowd.
"We always used ter run our business good enough," resumed the Texan.
"What need we got o' lawyers now?
Didn't this Greaser kill Cal?
Crazy?
He's just crazy enough to be mean.

He's crazy so'st he ain't safe, that's what." The stir was louder.