Lisner tried to rib him up to go after Foy and waylay him--told him he had been threatening Foy's life while he was drunk, and that Foy'd kill him if he didn't get Foy first.

Dick said he wouldn't do it--he'd go along to help arrest Foy, but that's all he'd do.

The sheriff and Joe went out together for a powwow.

The sheriff came back alone, black as thunder--him and Dick rode off together----" The sheriff sprang to his feet, his heavy face bloated and blotched with terror.
"He cursed me; he tried to pull his gun!" he wailed.

His eyes protruded, glaring; one hand clutched at his throat, the other spread out before him as he tottered, stumbling.