"It might be worse. Look a here, Jim. I
said I'd 'a' stayed with yer no matter what yer was guilty of, so long
as yer was my prisoner, an' that's the gospel truth. There ain't a
goin' ter be no lynchin' in Haskell while I'm marshal, unless them rats
get me first. But this yere case ain't even that kind. It's a put-up
job frum the beginnin' an' Bill Lacy ain't a goin' ter get away with
it, as long as I kin either fight er bluff. This yere fuss ain't your
fault, an' yer never shot the man either."
"No. I didn't, Dan. I never fired a gun."
"I know it; that's why all hell can't pry me loose. I saw most ov the
row, an' I reckon I ain't so dumb that I can't catch onto the game what
Lacy is tryin' ter play. I didn't hear what you an' him was talkin'
about, so I don't know just the cause o' the rumpus, but the way he
played his hand didn't make no hit with me."
"You saw what happened?"
"Sure; it didn't look good ter me, his gittin' yer ter come ter his
place, specially when I knew he wasn't there alone; so, after ye'd gone
in through the saloon, I sasshayed down the alley an' took a peek in
through that rear window.
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