"We always did," he said.
"Yes," said another voice.

"That's right.

We always did." "Curly'll never let him go," said one irrelevantly.

"Seems to me we better sen' this Greaser off to the States, put him in a 'sylum, er somethin'." "Yes," said the tall Texan; "and I like to know ef that ain't a blame sight worse'n hangin' a man ?" "That's so," assented several voices.

And indeed to these men, born and bred in the free life of the range, the thought of captivity was more repugnant than the thought of death.
"The lawyer feller, he ain't to blame," said one apologetically.