Call them what you like.

They're out to break you--understand?
You suspect it, and I'm telling you.

You went around last fall with a chip on your shoulder, making trouble far Haughton and his friends.

And now they're going to bust you wide open and scatter your remains all over the country.
They're going to fix you so that you'll never shoot off your gab about conditions in the state again.

Governor--hell! you'll be a bum before that gang gets through with you!" He paused, breathing rapidly, his face pale with passion; his eyes glowing with hatred, naked and bitter.
He heard Lawler's short, mirthless laugh; he saw Lawler's eyes narrow and gleam with a cold flame as he took a step forward and stood over him.
"Get up, Warden," came Lawler's voice, low and vibrant.