They were bloodshot, with a heavy,
hanging furtiveness, not unlike one of his own hunted steers. "But I
ain't kam enuff in yer." He moved to the door with a beckoning of his
fateful hand. "Outside a minit--EF you please."
Stacey started, shrugged his shoulders, and half defiantly stepped
beyond the threshold. Cressy, unchanged in color or expression, lazily
followed to the door.
"Wot," said McKinstry, slowly facing Stacey; "wot ef I refoose? Wot ef I
say I don't allow any man, or any bank, or any compromise, to take up
my quo'r'lls? Wot ef I say that low-down and mean as them Harrisons is,
they don't begin to be ez mean, ez low-down, ez underhanded, ez sneakin'
ez that yer compromise? Wot ef I say that ef that's the kind o' hogwash
that law and snivelization offers me for peace and quietness, I'll take
the fightin', and the law-breakin', and the sheriff, and all h-ll for
his posse instead? Wot ef I say that?"
"It will only be my duty to repeat it," said Stacey, with an affected
carelessness which, however, did not conceal his surprise and his
discomfiture.
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