fellers make all yore noise after th' fighting is all over!"
The man on the seat, suddenly realizing what a sight he made, rolled off his perch and sat up, now more angry than frightened. He glared at Red's grinning face and sputtered:
"It 's an outrage! It 's an outrage! I 'll have you hung for this day's work, young man!"
"That 's right," grinned Hopalong. "He shore deserves it. I told him more 'n once that he 'd get strung up some day."
"Yes, and you, too!"
"Please don't," begged Hopalong. "I don't want t' die!"
Tense as the past quarter of an hour had been a titter ran along the car and, fuming impotently, the portly gentleman fled into the smoker.
"I 'll bet he had a six-dollar gun, too," laughed Red.
"I 'll bet he 's calling hisself names right about now," Hopalong replied. Then he turned to reply to a woman: "Yes, ma'am, we did. But they was n't real badmen."
