She's got him, Pop.

Make her put him down." Mr.Abner Bacheldor crashed through to his son's side.

He was carrying a gun.
"You put that cat down," screamed Con, threateningly.
Mary-'Gusta said nothing.

Her heart was beating wildly but she held the struggling David fast.
"It's that kid over to Shad Gould's," declared Con.

"Make her give you a shot, Pop." Mr.Abner Bacheldor took command of the situation.
"Here, you!" he ordered.