"So you met 'em?" Hains asked.
"Yes, and believe me the girl was as pretty as a picture and she had some tongue, believe me."
"An' I 'spose that on account of her prutty face yer let 'em go," Hains snapped.
"Not exactly on account of that," the man replied. "But there didn't seem any reason not to."
"I 'spose not, but how 'bout this feller? Want me ter let him go?"
"That's a different thing entirely," the man said. "He was caught spying on us and that makes a difference."
"I'll say it does, a heap of difference," one of the other men broke in.
"Wall, boys, what'll we do with him?" Hains demanded.
"Give him a necktie party," one proposed.
"String him up," another shouted.