He just got down on his knees and cried, and asked God to help him.

Then he begged us to give him time to pray, but one of the boys up and told him he could do his prayin' from the cross-beam.

And that was Henry Plummer, that killed a hundred men, him an' his gang." "H-m-m," murmured the sheriff, and looked uneasily about.

Now that his eyes were turned away, Vic could study him at leisure, and he wondered at the smallness of the man.

Suppose one were able to lay hands on him it would be easy to-- "See you later, boys," drawled Glass, and sauntered from the room.
Lew Perkins sighed as the most important part of his audience disappeared, but having started talking the impetus carried him along, he held Vic Gregg with his hazy eyes.
"But they didn't all finish like Plummer, not all the bad ones.