“I don’t give a tinker’s dam if he’s had all the training in creation, he can’t lick Mack McGowan and do it fair.”
Jud shot the Captain a look of approval. “Them kind don’t fight fair.”
“But, Jud, I don’t see the meaning of it, anyway.”
“Then you’re a heap sight blinder’n I thought. This thing’s all fixed up to help Hicks get the parson out of town. When the news of this fight gets out into the church, they’ll oust him like a shot from a cannon.”
“Then why don’t you fellers stop it afore it starts?” blazed the Captain.
“Stop nothing. Hank’s tried it, already.”
Hank Simpson came across the room to where the Captain stood, looking woe-begone.
“The minister says our fears ain’t got no foundation about that feller being crooked, and he won’t listen to reason,” declared the dejected Hank.
“By the Almighty, he’ll listen to me!” exclaimed the Captain.