"'Hands up yere!' he says, sharp an' brief; 'or I provides the
coyotes with meat for a month to come.'
"Everybody's hands goes up; an' it's plain Moore's comin' ain't no
disapp'intment to the Signal person. He's that relieved he shows it.
"'Don't look so tickled,' growls Boggs to him, as Moore heads the
round-up for the New York Store; 'don't look so light about it; you
mortifies me.'
"Moore takes the band over to the New York Store, where Enright's
settin' as a jedge. He allows he's goin' to put 'em all on trial for
disturbin' of Wolfville's peace. The Signal sharp starts to say
somethin', when Peets interrupts, an' that brings Boggs to the
front, an' after that a gen'ral uproar breaks loose like a stampede.
"'Gimme a knife, somebody,' howls Texas, 'an' let me get in on this
as I should. Am I to be robbed of my revenge like this?'
"But Enright jumps for a old Spencer seven-shooter, an' announces it
cold, he's out to down the first gent that talks back to him a
second time. This ca'ms 'em, an' the riot sort o' simmers.
"'Not that I objects to a street fight,' says Enright, discussin' of
the case; 'but you-all talks too much. From the jabber as was goin'
for'ard over that blanket out thar, it shorely reminds me more of a
passel of old ladies at a quiltin' bee, than a convocation of
discreet an' se'f-respectin' gents who's pullin' off a dooel.
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