Plutina nodded her head in somber acquiescence.
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“Then you needn’t have any scruples about giving information,” Stone continued, urgently. “He and his gang are a menace to the peace of the settlement. I’ll keep you out of it, of course, to save you embarrassment.”
“Ye’d better,” Plutina retorted, “to save my life. I don’t know’s I mind bein’ embarrassed so much, but I don’t feel called to die yit.”
“No, no; there won’t be anything like that,” the marshal exclaimed, much disconcerted. “I’ll see no trouble comes to you. Nobody’ll know your part.”
“’Cept me!” was the bitter objection. “If ’twas anybody but that ornery galoot, I wouldn’t say a word. Ye know that.”
“I know,” Stone admitted, placatingly.