Then get him on his legs and pinion his arms, and tie the gentlemen together.

The bridle on that dead horse is quite the thing." "But, Messieurs," began Durand, who was striving to recover his composure--"this is unnecessary.

My friend and I are quite willing to give you every assurance of our peaceable intentions." "I don't question it," laughed Claiborne.
"But, my dear sir, in America, even in delightful America, the law will protect the citizens of another country." "It will, indeed," and Claiborne grinned, put his revolver into Armitage's hand, and proceeded to cut the reins from the dead horse.

"In America such amiable scoundrels as you are given the freedom of cities, and little children scatter flowers in their path.

You ought to write for the funny papers, Monsieur." "I trust your wounds are not serious, my dear Armitage--" Armitage, sitting on a boulder, turned his eyes wearily upon Durand, whose wrists Claiborne was knotting together with a strap.