Now take off your boots." The man's dark face visibly whitened, his teeth chattered in superstitious terror.
"I'm not going to shoot you now," said Lee, smiling, "so you will have a chance to die with your boots on,* if you are superstitious.

I only want you to exchange them for that pair of Hale's in the corner.

The fact is I have taken a fancy to yours.

That fashion of wearing the stockings outside strikes me as one of the neatest things out." * "To die with one's boots on." A synonym for death by violence, popular among Southwestern desperadoes, and the subject of superstitious dread.
Manuel suddenly drew off his boots with their muffled covering, and put on the ones designated.
"Now open the door." He did so.

Falkner was already waiting at the threshold, "Turn Manuel loose with the other, Ned, but disarm him first.