Say! Would n't yer just as soon lower thet shootin' iron?
We ain't got no call to quarrel so fur as I kin see." "Maybe not, stranger," and Hamlin leaned back against the table, lowering his weapon slightly, as he glanced watchfully about the room, "but I 'll keep the gun handy just the same until we understand each other.

Anybody else in this neighborhood ?" "Not unless it's Le Fevre, an' his outfit." "Then I reckon you did the shooting, out there a bit ago ?" The man shuffled uneasily, but the Sergeant's right hand came to a level.
"Did you ?" "I s'pose thar ain't no use o' denyin' it," reluctantly, eyeing the gun in the corner, "but I did n't mean to shoot up no outfit but Le Fevre's.

So help me, I did n't! The danged snow was so thick I could n't see nohow, and I never s'posed any one was on the trail 'cept him.
Thar ain't been no white man 'long yere in three months.

Didn't hit none of yer, did I ?" "Yes, you did," returned Hamlin slowly, striving to hold himself in check.

"You killed one of the best fellows that ever rode these plains, you sneaking coward, you.