"You fellers are gettin' so that you talk like babies.

Shoot the rascal down.

We've had trouble enough with him.

If we can't get the liquor here, there are plenty of places where we can get it." "'"That's the talk!" yelled the band.

"Shoot him down! Tear him to pieces!" "'The man who was standin' at the head of the stairs heard all the rascals had said, an', with a yell of delight, he raised his rifle an' drew a bead on my mother.