"I know they'll be going around with a spy-glass looking for an excuse to hang you, too, if you don't quit talking about 'em." Jack smiled and so let a thin ribbon of smoke float up and away from his lips.
Bill saw the smile and flushed a little; but he was not to be laughed down, once he was fairly started.

He laid two well-kept fingers upon the other's arm and spoke soberly, refusing to treat the thing as lightly as the other was minded to do.
"Oh, you'll laugh, but it's a fact, and you know it.

Why, ain't Sandy's case proof enough that I'm right?
I heard you telling a crowd in there last night--" Bill tilted his head backward towards the room behind them--"that this law-and-order talk is all a farce.

What if it is?
It don't do any good for you to bawl it out in public and get the worst men in the Committee down on you, does it?
"What you'd better do, Jack, is go on down to Palo Alto where your pardner is.

He's got some sense.