Better go back to Royal and settle your troubles with Skeelty, for if you stay here the citizens of Millville are in the mood to shoot you down like dogs." They stood undecided a moment, but the argument had evidently struck home.
"What's the matter with Harris ?" asked one, pointing to the motionless form of the man in the green sweater.

"Is he dead ?" "I suppose so," answered Thursday coolly; but he stooped to examine Hetty's victim, rolling him over so that his face was upward.

"No; he isn't hurt much, I'm sorry to say.

The bullet glanced off his forehead and stunned him, that's all.

Take the brute, if you want him, and go." They obeyed in silence.