Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription THE PLOT THICKENS. 57
before my eyes jist like a picture, as I seed it last when it
was thickened together with his own blood."
Yet you could remember all this, and suffer his murderer
to escape ?" reiterated the other.
Yes! for it goes agin the natur of an honest man to bite a
man with cold bullet, when the t'otlier a'n't on his guard agin
it. I'll take a shot any day with Barsfield, man to man, or
where a fight's going on with a hundred, but, by dogs ! I can't
lie at the roadside, under a sapling, and send a bullet at him
onawares, as he's riding down the trace. It's an Injen'way,
and it's jist as bad as any murder I've ever hearn tell of their
doing. No, no, Airnest; there's a time coming ! as I may say,
the day of judging them's at hand ; for here, you see, is this
chap, going down now, snug and easy, with a small handful
of troops, to take possession of Kaddipah. Let him set down
quietly till the ' fox' gets up his men, and I'll lay you what you
please we git our satisfaction out of him by fair fight. We'll
smoke him out of his hole 'fore Sunday next, if I'm not mon-
strous wide in my calkilation."
0 And where is the difference between shooting him now
and shooting him then ? I see none. Release me, Mr. With-
erspoon," cried the other, his anger now beginning to turn
upon the tenacious Thumbscrew, who held upon his body with
a grasp that set at defiance all his efforts. In the next moment
he was released, as he had desired, and, with a deference of
manner, a subdued and even sadder visage, the countryman
addressed the youth :
" You're gitting into a mighty passion, Airnesf, and, what's
worse, you're gitting in a passion with me, that was your friend
and your father's friend, ever since I know'd you both, though,
to be sure, I never could do much for either of you in the way
of friendship.""I am not angry with you, Witherspoon; only, I am no
child, to be restrained after this fashion. I know you are my
friend, and God knows I have too few now to desire the loss of
any one of them´┐Ż and particularly of one who, like yourself,
has clung to me in all trials ; but there is a certain boundary
beyond which one's best friend has no right to go."
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