As soon as we can get to the sheriff's office, we 'll have Rodaine under arrest, anyway.

And I don't think that he 's going to hurt himself to help you.

So tell the truth; weren't you the man who held up the Old Times dance ?" Taylor Bill's breath traveled slowly past his bruised lips.
"Rodaine gave me a hundred dollars to pull it," came finally.
"And you stole the horse and everything--" "And cached the stuff by the Blue Poppy, so 's I 'd get the blame ?" Harry wiggled his mustache fiercely.

"Tell it or I 'll pound your 'ead into a jelly!" "That's about the size of it." But Fairchild was fishing in his pockets for pencil and paper, finally to bring them forth.
"Not that we doubt your sincerity, Bill," he said sarcastically, "but I think things would be a bit easier if you'd just write it out.

Let him up, Harry." The big Cornishman obeyed grudgingly.