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[Brings the gun to bear on him]

What do you want us to tell your folks?

Jist say I got drunk an’ turned my toes up too fur!

[Enters with the hame-strings and hands one to ]

Here! You tie his feet. [ ''lays his gun down. and begins tying feet to the chair''.] I’ll ’tend to his arms. [Stretching one of the hame-strings out as he seizes arms] I reckon these air long enough.

You’ve been long enough a-gittin’ em.

Yeh. A little more an’ Matt ’ld ha’ fixed things so’s you wouldn’t ha’ needed ’em.

It wouldn’t ha’ been no mistake, nuther. If he didn’t kill Sid, he tried to!