"Dat's wot I said."
"You don't mean——"
Ferris stopped short.
"Yes, I do. You say he's an enemy ter you an' Hardwick?"
"He is that."
"Den I'd git him outer der way."
Ferris' lip twitched.
"What would you do with him?"
"I'll show yer." Macklin scratched his matted hair. "Give me dat potato bag in der closet."
Ferris hesitated, and then, opening the closet in the corner, brought forth an unusually long potato sack.