thinking maybe there was going to be trouble. The
streets was full, and everybody was excited. Every-
body that seen the shooting was telling how it
happened, and there was a big crowd packed around
each one of these fellows, stretching their necks and
listening. One long, lanky man, with long hair and
a big white fur stovepipe hat on the back of his
head, and a crooked-handled cane, marked out the
places on the ground where Boggs stood and where
Sherburn stood, and the people following him around
from one place to t'other and watching everything
he done, and bobbing their heads to show they
understood, and stooping a little and resting their
hands on their thighs to watch him mark the places
on the ground with his cane; and then he stood up
straight and stiff where Sherburn had stood, frowning
and having his hat-brim down over his eyes, and
sung out, " Boggs!" and then fetched his cane down
slow to a level, and says "Bang!" staggered back-
wards, says "Bang!" again, and fell down flat on his
back. The people that had seen the thing said he
done it perfect; said it was just exactly the way it all
happened. Then as much as a dozen people got out
their bottles and treated him.

Well, by and by somebody said Sherburn ought
to be lynched. In about a minute everybody was
saying it; so away they went, mad and yelling, and
snatching down every clothes-line they come to to
do the hanging with.

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