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"
No
ye
do
n't
!
"
he
repeats
,
stopping
over
the
prostrate
body
,
and
bringing
his
long
rifle
to
bear
upon
the
ruffians
of
the
rope
.
"
Not
yet
a
bit
,
as
this
coon
kalkerlates
.
You
,
Bill
Griffin
;
pull
that
piece
o
'
pleeted
hoss-hair
but
the
eighth
o
'
an
inch
tighter
,
and
ye
'll
git
a
blue
pill
in
yer
stummuk
as
wo
n't
agree
wi
'
ye
.
Drop
the
rope
,
durn
ye
!
Drop
it
!
"
The
screaming
of
Zeb
Stump
's
mare
scarce
created
a
more
sudden
diversion
than
the
appearance
of
Zeb
himself
--
for
it
was
he
who
had
hurried
upon
the
ground
.
He
was
known
to
nearly
all
present
;
respected
by
most
;
and
feared
by
many
.
Among
the
last
were
Bill
Griffin
,
and
his
fellow
rope-holder
.
No
longer
holding
it
:
for
at
the
command
to
drop
it
,
yielding
to
a
quick
perception
of
danger
,
both
had
let
go
;
and
the
lazo
lay
loose
along
the
sward
.
"
What
durned
tom-foolery
's
this
,
boys
?
"
continues
the
colossus
,
addressing
himself
to
the
crowd
,
still
speechless
from
surprise
.
"
Ye
do
n't
mean
hangin
'
,
do
ye
?
"
"
We
do
,
"
answers
a
stern
voice
.
"
And
why
not
?
"
asks
another
.
"
Why
not
!
Ye
'd
hang
a
fellur-citizen
'
ithout
trial
,
wud
ye
?
"
"
Not
much
of
a
fellow-citizen
--
so
far
as
that
goes
.
Besides
,
he
's
had
a
trial
--
a
fair
trial
.
"
"
I
'd
eed
.
A
human
critter
to
be
condemned
wi
'
his
brain
in
a
state
o
'
dulleerium
!
Sent
out
o
'
the
world
'
ithout
knowin
'
that
he
's
in
it
!
Ye
call
that
a
fair
trial
,
do
ye
?
"
