What in thunder do ye want o' him?
I reckon I kin tell ye all thet Murphy knows." For a breathless moment neither spoke, Hampton fingering his gun nervously, his eyes lingering on that brutal face.
"Slavin," he said at last, his voice hard, metallic, "I 've figured it out, and I do know you now, you lying brute.

You are the fellow who swore you saw me throw away the gun that did the shooting, and that afterwards you picked it up." There was the spirit of murder in his eyes, and the gambler cowered back before them, trembling like a child.
"I--I only swore to the last part, Captain," he muttered, his voice scarcely audible.

"I--I never said I saw you throw---" "And I swore," went on Hampton, "that I would kill you on sight.

You lying whelp, are you ready to die ?" Slavin's face was drawn and gray, the perspiration standing in beads upon his forehead, but he could neither speak nor think, fascinated by those remorseless eyes, which seemed to burn their way down into his very soul.
"No?
Well, then, I will give you, to-day, just one chance to live--one, you dog--one.

Don't move an eyelash! Tell me honestly why you have been trying to get word with the girl, and you shall go out from here living.