We was all standin' there when she come a-steamin' up, an' stopped.

An' who clumb off but Lawler an' his trail crew--twenty-three of 'em.

An' Blondy Antrim in the midst of 'em, lookin' like a sheep-killin' dog.
"Well, gentlemen, they was a scene.

Warden got his face all screwed up an' couldn't get it unscrewed ag'in.

He looked like he'd swallered a hot brandin' iron an' it didn't lay easy on his stummick.