But somebody in the crowd killed him before he could get goin'.

I didn't see who fired that shot, an' neither did anybody else.

But the crowd broke an' run.

Steele dragged Bo Snecker down to jail an' locked him up." Morton concluded his narrative, and then evidently somewhat dry of tongue, he produced knife and tobacco and cut himself a huge quid.
"That's all, so far, to-day, Russ, but I reckon you'll agree with me on the main issue--Steele's game's opened." I had felt the rush of excitement, the old exultation at the prospect of danger, but this time there was something lacking in them.

The wildness of the boy that had persisted in me was gone.
"Yes, Steele has opened it and I'm ready to boost the game along.