Jim and his mother are here.

We have arms to defend ourselves, and we mean to do it.

You can come up, if you like; but the first one of you that comes within the range of our bullets is a dead man, and the next, and the next; and so on till the last." "O, come! come!" said a short, puffy man, stepping forward, and blowing his nose as he did so.

"Young man, this an't no kind of talk at all for you.

You see, we're officers of justice.