"
The cowboy drew a deep breath, as if his mind was passing into the
last stages of dissolution. "Well, I'm dog-goned," he whispered to
himself.
Scully wheeled suddenly and faced his son. "You've been troublin'
this man!"
Johnnie's voice was loud with its burden of grievance. "Why, good
Gawd, I ain't done nothin' to 'im."
The Swede broke in. "Gentlemen, do not disturb yourselves. I will
leave this house. I will go 'way because-" He accused them
dramatically with his glance. "Because I do not want to be killed."
Scully was furious with his son. "Will you tell me what is the
matter, you young divil? What's the matter, anyhow? Speak out!"
"Blame it," cried Johnnie in despair, "don't I tell you I don't
know. He- he says we want to kill him, and that's all I know. I
can't tell what ails him."
The Swede continued to repeat: "Never mind, Mr. Scully, never
mind. I will leave this house. I will go away, because I do not wish
to be killed. Yes, of course, I am crazy- yes. But I know one thing! I
will go away. I will leave this house. Never mind, Mr. Scully, never
mind. I will go away."
"You will not go 'way," said Scully. "You will not go 'way until I
hear the reason of this business. If anybody has troubled you I will
take care of him. This is my house. You are under my roof, and I
will not allow any peaceable man to be troubled here." He cast a
terrible eye upon Johnnie, the cowboy, and the Easterner.
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