cause we stood on our rights—that's what for. But I lay you ain't agoin' to threaten nobody anymore, Jim Turner. Put up that pistol, Bill."
Bill says :
" I don't want to, Jake Packard. I'm for killin' him—and didn't he kill old Hatfield jist the same way—and don't he deserve it ? "
" But I don't want him killed, and I've got my reasons for it."
" Bless yo' heart for them words, Jake Packard ! I'll never forgit you, long's I live ! " says the man on the floor, sort of blubbering.
Packard didn't take no notice of that, but hung up his lantern on a nail, and started towards where I was, there in the dark, and motioned Bill to come. I crawfished as fast as I could, about two yards, but the boat slanted so that I couldn't make very good time ; so to keep from getting run over and catched I crawled into a stateroom on the upper side. The man come a-pawing along in the dark, and when Packard got to my stateroom, he says :
" Here—come in here."
And in he come, and Bill after him. But before they got in, I was up in the upper berth, cornered, and sorry I come. Then they stood there, with their hands on the ledge of the berth, and talked. I couldn't see them, but I could tell where they was, by the whisky they'd been having. I was glad I didn't drink whisky; but it wouldn't made much difference, anyway, because most of the time they couldn't a treed me because I didn't breathe. I was too scared. And besides, a body couldn't breathe, and hear such talk. They talked low and earnest. Bill wanted to kill Turner. He says :
" He's said he'll tell, and he will. If we was to give both our shares to him now, it wouldn't make no difference after the row, and the way we've served him. Shore's you're born, he'll turn State's evidence ; now you hear me. I'm for putting him out of his troubles."
" So'm I," says Packard, very quiet.
" Blame it, I'd sorter begun to think you wasn't. Well, then, that's all right. Les' go and do it."
" Hold on a minute ; I hain't had my say yit. You listen to me. Shooting's good, but there's quieter ways if the thing's got to be done. But what / say, is this; it ain't good sense to go court'n around after a halter, if you can git at