And I don't care how soon you begin to talk.
That goes!" Espalin shriveled up; the sheriff and Creagan sat sullen and silent.
Foy got to his feet rather unsteadily.
"Chris, you might slip around and gather up their guns," said Pringle.
"Pick out one for yourself.

I left yours where I threw it when I picked it out of your belt.

I meant to knock you out, Chris--there wasn't any other way; but I didn't mean to plumb kill you.

You hit your head on a rock when you fell.

It wouldn't have done any good to have got the drop on you.