“If he’s heard us talkin’ in here, he can tell a good deal.”
There was a moment’s silence.
“See here,” said the first speaker, finally, “you fellows know how I feel about this sort of thing. It’s bad enough as it is; but there’s a difference in killin’ a man in a fight an’ killin’ him in cold blood. I don’t care who he is, I won’t stand fer nothin’ like that. I’ve said so once already and I stick to it.”
“Well,” remarked one of the others, “I guess you’re right. Nolan, you get him out.”
“All right,” said Nolan, who had reëntered the freight-shed to listen to this controversy, and he started toward the office.
“Can you handle him yourself?”
“Sure. I’ll jest drag him out in th’ cheer an’ set him down. Then he can’t bother us.”
“Well, be quick about it. And shut all the doors.”
Nolan entered the office and closed the door behind him. Then he groped about until he found the chair which Allan had overturned. This he dragged across the floor to the door which led into the waiting-room.