He
oughter be massacred; an' as it's come your way, why prance in an'
spill his blood. This camp'll justify an' applaud the play.
"'But I can't fight none,' says the Signal party. 'It's ag'in the
rooles an' reg'lations of the army.'
"'Which I don't see none how you're goin' to renig,' says Dave Tutt.
'This debauchee is doo to shoot you on sight. Them army rooles
shortly should permit a gent to scout off to one side the strict
trail a little; partic'lar when it's come down to savin' his own
skelp.'
"One way an' another, Tutt an' Boggs makes it cl'ar as paint to the
Signal party that thar's only two chances left in the box; either he
downs Texas or Texas gets him. The Signal party says it's what he
calls a 'dread alternatif.'
"'Which when I thinks of the gore this yere murderous Thompson
already dabbles in,' says Boggs to the Signal party, 'I endorses
them expressions. However, you put yourse'f in the hands of me an'
Dave, an' we does our best. If you lives through it, the drinks is
on you; an' if Texas beefs you--which, while deplorable, is none
remote considerin' this yere Texas is a reg'lar engine of
destruction--we sees that your remainder goes back to the States
successful.
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