And then Lawler spoke.

"Shorty, you go back to Hamlin's and tell mother I killed Antrim.

You needn't mention this scratch I've got." "Where you goin' ?" demanded Shorty.
"Shorty," said Lawler evenly; "you do as I say." "I'll be damned if I do!" declared Shorty, his face flushing.

"That's the kind of palaver Blackburn handed me when he sent me after Caldwell's outfit, makin' me miss the big scrap.

I ain't missin' nothin' else.