DANNY'S OWN STORY BY DON MARQUIS TO MY ... - Pink Monkey

and rush amongst them guns and end it in a
whirl.
But jest as I figgered he was on his tiptoes fur
that, and was getting up my own sand, he throwed
a look my way. And something sobered him. He
stood there digging his finger nails into the palms
of his hands fur a minute, to get himself back. And
when he spoke he was sort of husky.
"That boy there," he says. And then he stops
and kind of chokes up. And in a minute he was
begging fur me. He tells 'em I wasn't mixed up
in nothing. He wouldn't of done it fur himself,
but he begged fur me. Nobody had paid much
attention to me from the first, except Buck Hightower
had put in a good word fur me. But somehow
the doctor had got the crowd listening to him
agin, and they all looked at me. It got next to me.
I seen by the way they was looking, and I felt it in
the air, that they was going to let me off.
But Doctor Kirby, he had always been my friend.
It made me sore fur to see him thinking I wasn't
with him. So I says:
"You better can that line of talk. They don't
get you without they get me, too. You orter know
I ain't a quitter. You give me a pain."
And the doctor and me stood and looked at each
other fur a minute. He grinned at me, and all of a
sudden we was neither one of us much giving a
whoop, fur it had come to us both at oncet what
awful good friends we was with each other.
But jest then they come a slow, easy-going
sort of a voice from the back part of the room.
That feller that had come in along with Old
Daddy Withers come sauntering down the middle
aisle, fumbling in his coat pocket, and speaking
as he come.
"I've been hearing a great deal of talk about
killing people in the last few minutes," he says.