terrible scene was a thing of common happening.
"Before I give you good-night," he said, "I want to tell you that we've got a stranger with us; but he's here to stay, and he's my charge."
"Has he jined?" asked the blear-eyed Yankee, who had eyed me with much curiosity; but the captain answered—
"That's my affair, and you keep your tongue still if you don't want me to cut it out; he'll join us by-and-by."
"That's agen rules," said the man Roaring John, loafing up with others, who seemed to resent the departure.
"Agen what?" asked Black in a tone of thunder, turning on the fellow a ferocious gaze; "agen what, did you remark?"
"Agen rules," replied Roaring John; "his man broke my jaw, and I'll pay him, oh, you guess; it's not for you to go agen what's written no more than us."
Black's anger was evident, but he held it under.
"Maybe you're right," he said carelessly; "we've made it that no stranger stays here unless he joins, except them in the mines—but I've my own ideas on that, and when the time comes I'll abide by what's done. That time isn't yet, and if any man would like to dictate to me, let him step out—maybe it's you, John?"
