You've got your wages--more than your wages, you great hulking shirks! A fine exhibition you're making of yourselves, I must say! You thought you could bluff me--that I'd stand meekly by and let you two bullies have your own way about it, did you?
You even waited until you had gorged yourselves on food you've never earned, before you started your highwaymen performance.
You made sure of one more good meal, you--you _hogs._ Now go, before I empty this gun into the two of you!" Casey stopped, puffing a little, I suppose.

He is not so young as when they called him the Fightin' Stagedriver, and he had done his long day of travel.

The three did not know that he was there, they were so busy with their quarrel.

The woman's voice was sharp with contempt, but it was not loud and there was not a tremble in any tone of it.

The gun she held was steady in her hand, but one man snarled at her and one man laughed.