"See 'em?" he asked excitedly. "Hear 'em?"
"What or who?" asked Tex, throwing one leg over the other.
"Them rowdy punchers!" exclaimed the storekeeper. "Nobody's safe! Go up an' take 'em in, quick!"
"What they do?" interestedly asked the marshal.
"Didn't you see an' hear?" demanded Williams incredulously.
"I saw 'em ride past, an' I heard 'em shootin' in th' air; but what did they do so I can arrest 'em?"
"Ain't that enough? That, an' th' yellin', an' everythin'?"
"Sinful and his friends made more noise th' other night when they left town," replied the marshal. "I didn't arrest them. Hank was of a mind to see if it was true that a bullet only punches a little, thin-edged hole in a pane of glass an' don't smash it all to pieces. Bein' wobbly, he picked out yore winder, seein' they was th' biggest in town; but Sinful held him back, an' they had a scufflin' match an' made more noise than sixteen mournful coyotes. There bein' no pane smashed I didn't cut in. A man is only a growed-up boy, anyhow."
Williams looked at him in frank amazement. "But these here fellers are punchers!" he exploded.
"I shore could see that, even with th' dust," confessed the marshal. "That ain't no crime as I knows of."