They done it up in style, too, one at a time, and the others singing out, "Amen!" every now and then, and they shed tears down onto Hank.

The front yard was crowded with men, all a-laughing and a-talking and chawing and spitting tobacco and betting how long Hank would hold out.

Old Si Emery, that was the city marshal, and always wore a big nickel-plated star, was out there with 'em.

Si was in a sweat, 'cause Bill Nolan, that run the bar-room, and some more of Hank's friends, or as near friends as he had, was out in the road.

They says to Si he must arrest that preacher, fur Hank is being gradual murdered in that there water, and he'll die if he's helt there too long, and it will be a crime.