Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription REMORSE. 405
once more to glare forth upon him from the starting eyes of
the half-breed.
He shuddered with the thought, and he felt that his grasp
upon his rifle grew more and more unsteady, until at length he
almost doubted his own capacity to secure a certain aim upon his
enemy, in the event of strife. With this fear, determined, as he
was, to have a perfect control over the life of Blonay, whatever
might be the movement of the latter, be rose from the spot
where he watched, and approached so nigh to the slowly recov-
ering man, that the extended rifle nearly touched his breast.
At that moment Blonay started, raised his head, and, half sitting
up, gazed wildly upon the scene around him. His eye caught
that of Humphries in the next instant, and he acknowledged
the presence of his enemy by an involuntary start, rising, at the
same moment, to a full sitting posture, and answering the watch-
ful glance of the partisan by one of inquiry and astonishment,
not less intense in its character than that which he encoun-
tered. His eye next rested upon his own rifle, which Hum-
phries had thrown upon the bank, in the full glare of the
moonlight, and his body involuntarily inclined toward it.
With the movement came the corresponding one of the parti-
san. The muzzle of his weapon almost reached Blonay's
breast, and the lock clicked with singular emphasis, in the gen-
eral silence of the scene, as Humphries cocked it.
Stir not, Goggle -- move a foot, and I'll put the lead
through you. It's a mercy I don't do it now."
Without a word, Blonay kept his position, and his eye met
that of his foe without fear, though with the utmost passiveness
of expression. Humphries continued
You've hunted me like a varmint you've pulled trigger
upon me �I have your mark, and will carry it, I reckon, to my
grave. There's no reason why I should let you run."
He paused, as if awaiting an answer ; but the stare of his
enemy alone responded to his speech.
What do you say now, Blonay, why I shouldn't put the
bullet into you ? Speak now � it's only civility." .
Adrat it, nothing," said the other, drawing up his legs.
You're from my own parish, and that's one reason," said