"Dan Boggs, who's a open, voylent Annie man, comes a-prancin' into
the Red Light one night, an' after stampin' an' rappin' his horns
'round a whole lot, allows his shirt is cleaner than Dave Tutt's.

"Tutt says he don't care nothin' for himse'f, an' none whatever for
the shirt; an' while he an' Dan's allers been friends an' crossed
the plains together, still he don't allow he'll stand 'round much
an' see a pore ondefended female, like Sal, maligned. So Tutt outs
with his gun an' gets Boggs in the laig.

"This yere brings things down to cases. Enright is worried sick at
it. But he's been thinkin' mighty arduous for quite a spell, an'
when Boggs gets creased, he sees somethin' must be done, an' begins
to line himse'f for a play for out.

"It's the next day after Boggs gets ag'in Tutt, an' Doc Peets has
plugged up the hole, when Enright rounds up the whole passel of us
in the Red Light. He looks that dignified an' what you-alls calls
impressive, that the barkeep, yieldin' to the gravity of the
situation, allows the drinks is on the house. We-alls gets our forty
drops, an' sorter stands pat tharon in silence, waitin' for Enright
to onfold his game. We shore knows if thar's a trail he'll find it.

"'I Gents,' he says at last,--an' it seems like he's sorry an' hurt
that a-way,--'I'll not drift into them harrowin' differences which
has rent asunder what was aforetimes the peacefullest camp in
Arizona. I wants you-alls, however, to take note of my remarks, for
what I says is shorely goin' to go.'

"Yere Enright pauses to take a small drink by himse'f, while we-alls