"Look at that there! As good hearted a boy as ever turned a cow! Never harmed a soul in 'is life.

Is all your dirty, stinkin' sheep, an' all your lousy herders, worth that boy's life?
Yuh shot 'im down like a dog--lemme go, boys." His voice was husky.

"Lemme tromp the life outa him." "I thought you were killing my men, or I never--I never meant to--to kill--" Oleson, shaking till he could scarcely stand, broke down and wept; wept pitiably, hysterically, as men of a certain fiber will weep when black tragedy confronts them all unawares.

He cowered miserably before the Happy Family, his face hidden behind his two hands.
"Boys, I want to say a word or two.

Come over here." Andy's voice, quiet as ever, contrasted strangely with the man's sobbing.