Gentlemen, you will give your verdict; after which we will proceed with the investigation." The jury looked at one another and nodded to the man on the end of the first bunk; and he, shifting a quid of tobacco to the slack of his right cheek, expectorated gravely into the sand and spoke solemnly: "The verdict of the jury is all in favor of turnin' the kid loose." "John Belden, you are released.

And we'd advise you to be a little careful how you sass men in this country.

Also, you better see about that ticket on the _Mary Elizabeth_.

Jack Allen, you may come forward and take the oath." "This box is just as comfortable as that one," said Jack, "and you needn't worry but what I'll tell the truth!" He took a last pull at his cigarette, pinched out the fire, and ground the stub under his heel.

He could feel the silence grow tense with expectancy; and when he lifted his eyes, he knew that every man in that tent was staring into his face.
"I used to believe," he began clearly, "in the Vigilantes.