you _ain't!_  You never said no truer thing 'n that, you bet you.” And once he said: “Hear him beg! and yit if we hadn't got the best of him and tied him he'd a killed us both.  And what _for_?  Jist for noth'n. Jist because we stood on our _rights_--that's what for.  But I lay you ain't a-goin' to threaten nobody any more, 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