Farnham, climb back on top of the dump there, an' give them boys the signal to come on." The gambler removed his hat, running one hand carelessly through his hair, his thin lips sufficiently parted to reveal his white teeth.
"I hardly think we are exactly done yet, Mr.Sheriff," he said sarcastically.

"I 'm not very much worried regarding your suddenly expressed sympathy for this fellow, or your desire to get him off unscratched; but I feel compelled to insist upon receiving all the law allows me in this game we 're playing.

There 's another warrant in your pocket for Winston." "By thunder, yes; I 'd clear forgot it," fumbling at his papers.
"Well, I had n't; matter of some personal importance to me," the voice taking on a lazy, insolent drawl.

"Of course, the fellow is under arrest all right, but that murder business is only part of it--I want my wife." Winston started forward, crouching as though he would spring directly at the other's throat.
"Your wife ?" he exclaimed madly, his voice choking.

"Your wife?
You 've sworn out a warrant for me on account of your wife ?" "Something of that nature, I believe," gazing at him insolently.
"Abduction I think the lawyers call it, and I notice you 've got the lady hidden away back yonder now." He pointed across the other's shoulder.