“You said it should be stopped, not knowing the ways of this country.”
“Certainly. Desirable as may be the shooting up of Bleachers, the odds are too strongly against you.”
“Oh, we’ll chance that. But the next thing you do is to put your funny clothes on, get out your horse, and ride directly to Mr. Ricketts. You are an informer.”
“An informer is always a despicable character, Mr. Dean. What’s the next item in the indictment?”
“Don’t you think that’s enough? Men have been hanged for less. An informer is the most poisonous wretch in the world except a horse thief.”
“Then I am in danger of being hanged?”
“You sure are.”
“Isn’t there any way in which I can compound my felony?”
“Well, I don’t quite know what confounding a felony is, but you’re the sleekest fellow I ever met, and if you think you can palaver us to let you go, you’ve made the mistake of your life.”