There's got to be rules to govern such cases as this.

Because you own the steers is no sign you've got a right to defeat the aims of justice.

I'd like mighty well to accommodate you, but I've got my duty to consider, an' I can't let him off.

Ben Nyland has got to hang, an' that's all there is to it!" There came a passionate outcry from Peggy Nyland; and then she had her arms around her brother's neck, sobbing that she would never let him be hanged.
Miss Bransford's eyes were blazing with rage and scorn as they challenged Dale's.

She walked close to him and said something in a low tone to him, at which he answered, though less gruffly than before, that it was "no use." Miss Bransford looked around appealingly; first at the pale, anemic little man with big eyes, who shifted his feet and looked uncomfortable; then her gaze went to Sanderson who, resting his left elbow on the pommel of the saddle, was watching her with squinting, quizzical eyes.
There was an appeal in Miss Bransford's glance that made the blood leap to Sanderson's face.