They've got till sun-down to report for work.
Bill Patten.
They'll feel like dogs, too, goin' in that gate,
After the bluff they've made, lickin' his hand.
Me for some other town. I'd rather starve.
Silas Maury.
They're 'ranging to bring in a lot of scabs
To-morrow, when the Governor will be there.
Bill Patten.
Much as to say, 'Now knock 'em!' Son of a bitch!
Harvey Anderson.
The Governor?
Cap Saunders.