“Make that fool shut up!” rasped Angel.
“He’s out of his head,” whispered Fohl.
“... put all our necks in a noose,” babbled Briggs.
“Choke that fool!”
“Choke him yourself—you shot him.”
“Water,” begged Roper.
“Can’t I get him some water?” asked Lila.
“Stay where yuh are,” ordered Angel.
“Can yuh see anythin’ from there, Jim?” whispered One-Eye.
“Not a damn thing. Are yuh sure yuh heard any——”