The Clarke boy was a leetle pale an' when he raised his pistol I could see a twitch in his lips.

He looked kind o' stiff.

I see they was one thing' 'bout shootin' he hadn't learnt.

It don't do to tighten up.

I were skeered--I don't deny it--'cause a gun don't allus have to be p'inted careful to kill a man.
"We all stood watchin' every move.