He was moanin' an' slobberin'.

Isbel kicked him, not hard, but jest sort of disgustful.

Then he faced thet crowd.
'Greaves, thet's what I think of your Simm Bruce.

Tell him next time he sees me to run or pull a gun.' An' then Isbel grabbed his rifle an' package off the counter an' went out.

He didn't even look back.