"If you
don't want the same medicine, I'd advise you to quit."
Stanley's jaw dropped, but it was surprise which slackened the
muscles.
"You--shot--"
"Baumberger. I said it."
"You'll hang for that," Stanley stated impersonally, without
moving.
Good Indian smiled, but it only made his face more ominous.
"Well, they can't hang a man more than once. I'll see this ranch
cleaned up while I'm about it. I'd just as soon," he added
composedly, "be hanged for nine men as for one."
Stanley sat on his haunches, and regarded him unwinkingly for so
long that Phoebe's nerves took a panic, and she drew Evadna away
from the place. The boys edged closer, their hands resting
suggestively upon their gun-butts. Old Peaceful half-raised his
rifle, and held it so. It was like being compelled to watch a
fuse hiss and shrivel and go black toward a keg of gun-powder.
"I believe, by heck, you would!" said Stanley at last, and so
long a time had elapsed that even Good Indian had to think back
to know what he meant.
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