So come on down, Buck, an' leave us to attend to the cuss." "If you mean Hampton, he's my prisoner.

Will you promise to let me take him down to Cheyenne fer trial ?" "Wal, I reckon not, old man.

We kin give him a trial well 'nough right here in Glencaid," roared another voice from out the group, which was apparently growing restless over the delay.

"But we ain't inclined to do you no harm onless ye ram in too far.

So come on down, Buck, throw up yer cards; we've got all the aces, an' ye can't bluff this whole darn camp." Mason spat into the dump contemptuously, his hands thrust into his pockets.