Arizona Round-Up — page 104: what you’re looking at

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102 WILLIAM HOPSON held outside. Everybody out. Clear the room. Out in the street— everybody out! There'll be no court until you clear this room.” It took fifteen minutes to get them out. Several men brought tables and chairs, and while this was going on Deacon Sellers slipped up to Pearson. The others too came over and crowded around. “Well?” snapped Harlan Pearson. “Don’t be so nervous. I’m in the saddle here and I'll protect you.” “Maybe, Deacon Sellers grunted back. “You don’t know Bumett. Know what he done?” : “I'm not a mind reader! Get to the point, man,” impatiently. Sellers held up his hand. It was brown except for a light band of white skin on one of the fingers. “Burnett,” he gritted. “Took ’em off me and Black Jack and gave ‘em to two miners. Told em our names and who and what we are. Told ‘em to spread the word and, by Jupiter, they spread it! Next thing the other boys knowed half drunk miners began comin’ up and yankin’ the rings off the rest of us. They've been jostlin’ and shovin’ us around all day. Mean-looking.” Charley pointed to a slightly swollen ear. “Look what one of them did to me,” he grunted angrily. “With his fist. Fer good luck, he said.” Tommy Ace-in-the-Hole’s pudgy figure revealed a missing button where a man had grasped his shirt front and jerked. “T don’t like it,” Deacon Sellers went on. “This crowd is in an ugly mood.” “I know,” nodded Pearson shortly. “They'll be that way until we ve got five men swinging from the rafters of that new build- ing across the street. That will quiet them down. So keep in the background. Don’t do anything to incite anger on the part of any of the men. We're going to do this thing in a hurry—one of the quickest drumheads in history. Now clear out and keep an eye out for Burnett. If there’s any chance to get him, do so. A shot from the crowd—from one of the buildings. But get him if you can.” He went on out, paper and pencil in one hand. Sight of it brought the murmur of the crowd to a lower pitch that gradually died out as Pearson took seat beside Biggers. The mining man chewed hard on a cigar and looked nervous. Finally he rose to comicbooks.com