They snatched up their guns and hurried into line on the spot indicated, looking into each other's countenances and into that of Si's for an explanation of what was up.
it, in which there was a gentleman named Mr. Elliott. The
ONE:"I'm no Captain, neither. I'm plain Jim Crimmins, Quartermaster-Sergeant, in charge o' this corral, that you're stealin' around. I'm comin' out there to break every bone in your body. You infernal sneaks 've pestered the life out o' me stealin' my corn and my mules, even. I've bin watchin' you piroutin' around in the dark for a long time. I'm goin' to stop this business if I've got to kill every thievin' varmint in the Army o' the Cumberland. Don't you dare move till I come out, or I'll put a bullet through you. Do you hear?"
"That's because you ain't up to the latest kinks," said Shorty, hopefully. "I've been back to the rearjust come from Jeffersonvilleand I've got on to a lot of new dodges. I'll show 'em all to you for one o' them guns."The waiter wiped off the table as he replaced the glasses, and Shorty lifted up the gambler's papers to permit him to do so. He laid down his own papers instead, and with them a $10 bill. "I do not know where Elliott is, but expect that he is with
路见不平Eason吼
