He's level-headed, and an old friend of Beaucaire's." "I'm fer swingin' that damn gambler up, without askin' nobody," shouted a fellow fiercely.

"He's bin raisin' hell frum one end o' this river ter the other fer ten years.

A rope is whut he needs." "What good would that do in this case ?" I questioned before anyone else could chime in, "either to the dead man, or his family?
That's what I am thinking about, men.

Suppose you strung him up, that money, the plantation, and those slaves would still belong to him, or his heirs.
I'm for getting all these back, if there is any way of accomplishing it.

See here, men," I pleaded earnestly, "this affair doesn't necessarily end here on board the _Warrior_, and if you were to kill Kirby it wouldn't benefit matters any." "It would get rid ov a skunk." "Yes, but he is only one of a hundred between here and New Orleans.
Look at the other side a minute.