He would go back and face the law, and three men lived to swear that Blondy had gone after his gun first.
"Maybe luck," said the sheriff.

"How d' you come back this way ?" "Made a plumb circle," chuckled Gregg.

"Rode like a fool not carin' where I hit out for, and the end of it was that it was dark before I'd had sense to watch where the sun went down." "Kind of cheerful, ain't you ?" cut in Ronicky Joe, and his voice was as dry as the crisping leaves in an autumn wind.
"They ain't any call for me to wear crepe yet," answered Gregg.

"Worst fool thing I ever done was to cut and run for it.

The old Captain will tell you gents that Blondy went for his gun first--had it clean out of the leather before I touched mine." He paused, and the silence of those dark figures sank in upon him.
"I got to warn you," said Pete Glass, "that what you say now can be used again you later on before the jury." "My God, boys," burst out Vic, "d'you think I'm a plain, low-down, murderin' snake?
Harry, ain't you got a word for me?
Are you like the rest of 'em ?" No voice answered.
"Harry," said Ronicky, "why don't you speak to him ?" It was a brutal thing to do, but Ronicky was never a gentle sort in his best moments; he scratched a match and held it so that under the spluttering light Gregg found himself staring into the face of Harry Fisher.