"Or whether they want Jim Duff and some of his friends to leave town,"
Tom Reade continued good-humoredly.
Jim Duff turned, gazing back at the men with him. They represented the
roughest element in the town.
"No use arguing with a mule, Jim!" growled a red-faced man at the rear
of the crowd. "Get a rail, boys, and we'll start the procession right
now."
"Bring a rope along, too!" called another man hoarsely.
"Get two rails and one rope!" proposed a third bad character. "The
other kid doesn't seem to be sassy enough to need a rope."
"Gentlemen," broke in Harry Hazelton gravely, "if anyone of you imagines
that I'm holding my tongue because I disapprove of my partner's course,
let me assure you that I back every word he says."
"Make it two ropes, then!" jeered another voice.
"Reade," continued Jim Duff, "we all try to be decent men here, and the
friends with me are a good and sensible lot of men. You have carried
matters just a little too far. Think over what you've heard and noticed
here, and then tell me again about your plans, for quitting Paloma.
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