“James’s friends.” T.W. pointed out and named Richard Sterling and Godfrey Danford (both of whom were at the edge of the dance platform), surveyed the thick assemblage by the refreshments, and there descried and marked Oswell Danford. This strong man stood in a dark corner eating a seed cake while his sharp eyes monitored the crowd and glanced through the front window.
“They’ve been watchful since they got here—Oswell Danford especially. And they hesitated giving me their full names.”
“You think they’ve done some darkness?”
“They’ve done some darkness.”
“Should I shoot them?” inquired Goodstead.
“Big Abe doesn’t like blood on his floor.”
“I suppose I better not then. Want me to lock ’em up for eating too many candy apples? I bet I could scare up a some witnesses who saw the fat one e
