Ay get two tollar saxty cint! Ay not give won tamn for you! Ay lick de fellar vot ask me dot again!" The sheriff stared at him, much as he might have examined a new and peculiar specimen of bug.
"I don't recall having asked you anything about your family history," he said quietly, dropping one hand in apparent carelessness on the butt of his "45." "Your name was all I wanted." He tapped the breast of his coat suggestively, his gaze returning to Winston.
"Well, gents, we might as well bring this affair to a focus, although no doubt you two understand the meaning of it pretty well already.

I 've got warrants here for the arrest of Winston and Swanson.

I hope neither of you intend to kick up any row." The white teeth of the young mining engineer set like a trap, his gray eyes gleaming dangerously beneath frowning brows.

Instinctively he took a quick step forward.
"Warrants ?" he exclaimed, breathlessly.

"In God's name, for what ?" Hayes tightened his grip on the gun butt, drawing it half from the sheath, his eyes narrowing.
"For the murder of Jack Burke," he said tersely.