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"
What
matters
it
,
if
we
know
he
's
guilty
?
We
're
all
satisfied
about
that
.
"
"
The
hell
ye
air
!
Wagh
!
I
aint
goin
'
to
waste
words
wi
'
sech
as
you
,
Jim
Stoddars
.
But
for
you
,
Sam
Manly
,
an
yerself
,
Mister
Peintdexter
--
shurly
ye
aint
agreed
to
this
hyur
proceeding
which
,
in
my
opeenyun
,
'
ud
be
neyther
more
nor
less
'n
murder
?
"
"
You
have
n't
heard
all
,
Zeb
Stump
,
"
interposes
the
Regulator
Chief
,
with
the
design
to
justify
his
acquiescence
in
the
act
.
"
There
are
facts
--
!
"
"
Facts
be
durned
!
An
'
fancies
,
too
!
I
do
n't
want
to
hear
'em
.
It
'll
be
time
enuf
for
thet
,
when
the
thing
kum
to
a
reg
'
lar
trial
;
the
which
shurly
nob
'd
y
hyur
'll
objeck
to
--
seein
'
as
thur
aint
the
ghost
o
'
a
chance
for
him
to
git
off
.
Who
air
the
individooal
that
objecks
?
"
"
You
take
too
much
upon
you
,
Zeb
Stump
.
What
is
it
your
business
,
we
'd
like
to
know
?
The
man
that
's
been
murdered
was
n't
your
son
;
nor
your
brother
,
nor
your
cousin
neither
!
If
he
had
been
,
you
'd
be
of
a
different
way
of
thinking
,
I
take
it
.
"
It
is
Calhoun
who
has
made
this
interpolation
--
spoken
before
with
so
much
success
to
his
scheme
.
"
I
do
n't
see
that
it
concerns
you
,
"
he
continues
,
"
what
course
we
take
in
this
matter
.
"
"
But
I
do
.
It
consarns
me
--
fust
,
because
this
young
fellur
's
a
friend
o
'
mine
,
though
he
air
Irish
,
an
a
strenger
;
an
secondly
,
because
Zeb
Stump
aint
a
goin
'
to
stan
'
by
,
an
see
foul
play
--
even
tho
'
it
be
on
the
purayras
o
'
Texas
.
"
"
Foul
play
be
damned
!
There
's
nothing
of
the
sort
.
And
as
for
standing
by
,
we
'll
see
about
that
.
Boys
!
you
're
not
going
to
be
scared
from
your
duty
by
such
swagger
as
this
?
Let
's
make
a
finish
of
what
we
've
begun
.
The
blood
of
a
murdered
man
cries
out
to
us
.
Lay
hold
of
the
rope
!
"
"
Do
;
an
by
the
eturnal
!
the
fust
that
do
'll
drop
it
a
leetle
quicker
than
he
grups
it
.
Lay
a
claw
on
it
--
one
o
'
ye
--
if
ye
darr
.
Ye
may
hang
this
poor
critter
as
high
's
ye
like
;
but
not
till
ye
've
laid
Zeb
'
lon
Stump
streetched
dead
upon
the
grass
,
wi
'
some
o
'
ye
alongside
o
'
him
.
Now
then
!
Let
me
see
the
skunk
thet
's
goin
'
to
tech
thet
rope
!
"
