"Put down that gun! Drap it!" cried Jim Hunter, turning suddenly on Toot Wambush. "Ef you dare to cock a gun in this crowd, you'll never live to hear it bang!"
Wambush started to raise his revolver again, but Hunter knocked it from his hand. Wambush stooped to pick it up, but the old man kicked it out of his reach.
"You don't work that trick on this party," he said, hotly.
"I wasn't tryin' to draw it," muttered Wambush.
"You lie!" Then Hunter turned to the leader: "What d'ye think ortter be done with a man like that? Ef I hadn't a-been so quick he'd a shot Westerfelt, an' before the law we'd all a-been accomplices in murderin' a innocent man."
"I move we give the whelp six hours to git out'n the county," said Joe Longfield. "You all know I've been agin Toot."
"That would be too merciful," said Burks.
"Boys," the leader cried, "Wambush has broke a rule in tryin' this thing on us. You've heerd the motion; is thar a second?"
"I second it," said Jim Hunter.
"It's been moved and seconded that Wambush be 'lowed six hours to git clean out o' the county; all in favor say yes."