As the Captain's most faithful dog Tray, you'd better shoot yourself; it'll save the town the trouble of hanging you later on!" He smoked calmly while Shorty, on guard without, growled a vilifying retort, and the other guards snickered.
"Ah, brace up!" he advised his quaking companion again.

"If my company doesn't damn you beyond all hope, you may get out of the scrape.

You didn't have a gun, and you're a stranger and haven't said naughty things about your neighbors.

Cheer up.

Life looks just as good to me as it does to you.