Beaufort Republican. [volume] (Beaufort, S.C.) 1871-1873, 1872-06-20

UOn -! Ile pOOI lello" eHiieheu, II0hio
ling with terror. 30, don't, Mr. Wolf!
didn't write that, on my soul!" and he
whined like schoolboy.
"None O. yer lyin'!'' said Wolf iercely.
eyer both wrote it, darn ye! an both of
yell pay for it," Here he executed deci-
ded circles with his flashing knife, having
apparently prolonged the torture as much
as he desired. Here goes; look ont as
| count three" The knife was ready to
descend "One-two-"
He stopped and started. He had not
observed the movements of Darrell dur
ing the last few seconds, and Just as he was
on the point of clipping off Haynes ear in
the polished manner he had decanted
upon, he found the muzzle of rifle thrust
almost into his face.
1t was q loaded rife which, luckily, q
friend of Darrell's had left in his keeping
that very morning while he went out to
make some purchases. 1t had stood in a
corner of the room near his table, and
Darrell had seized it, cooked and leveled
it with such dexterity that he had Wolf
covered before his movements were OBJ
served and be stood motionless as stat
ue-his cool eye glancing over the sights,
and steady finger on the trigger.
"You great bully!" he SAID; "drpp that
knife instantly. Mind, l came from a
country where they shoot squirrels only
through the eye. can hit any hair of
your big head that you will mention at a
hundred yards. Drop that knife!"
The ruffian. waa fairly paralysed. He
relaxed his grip on poor Haynes, who
sank fainting on the floor, and his murder
Gus knife fell npon the counter. So unex-
pected was this bold attitude of Darrell
that Wolf was more startled than he
would have been if a dozen of the rough
est men in California had assailed him.
There stood the boyish editor, motion
less as the wall, and the muzle of the rifle
did not move the breadth of hair
Darrell held the desperado's life in his
hands.
"You cowardly bully" he repeated,
contemptuously. "Don't dare to move:
| can send bullet through your eyeball
without touching the white. Don't move
the eight of an inch or I'll do it and
throw you filthy carcass out the window"
Wolf glanced at his revolver lying upon
the counter, within two feet of his eye,
but did not venture to reach for it.
"Dare to touch that revolver-so much
as look at it again." said Darrell, "and I'll
make red picture on the wall there be
hind you. You are clustering, Dragging
knave you are a coward at heart-a de-
spicable cur! You came up here to muir
der two boys because you thought 1t a
nice, easy task, and now you are pale and
trembling with fear. / would kill You in
your tracks, but I don't want your dirty
blood on my hands. Go. now. Turn in
stantly. Leave your knife and revolver
where they are. I'll keep them. Go
down to your friends and tell them boy
whipped you-disarmed you and kicked
YOU down stairs! Do as tell you instant
ly. If You hesitate you will never see
the sun set"
Wolf, trembling from head to foot,
glanced once more at his revolver. but did
not dare to raise his hand. His face was
pale and his lips were dry.
"Do you hear me 2" demanded Darrell,
sternly.
"Yes, yes; don't shoot!" replied Wolf,
turning about, as commanded. He was
thorougly cowed.
"Do not turn your ugly face this way
again." said Darrell, COR you will pay for
it with your life. Move"
Tanner than a whipped cur, the ruffian
walked toward the door, and Darrell,
springing over the counter, was at his
heels in an instant.
Don't look back, or I'll kill You"
Meekly obeying the imperative orders
of the youth, Wolf moved slowly out Of
the room into the narrow corridor.
':Be careful; don't let that gun 90 off, :"
Wolf stammered, as lie reached the head
of the stairs.
At this moment the clamors Of the i'm
patient crowd below arose with terrible
diStnctness, and one shrill voice was heard
to say:
Hurry up, Wolf. Why don't you
throw them tellers out3"
Exasperated beyond measure, he was
on the point of turning back, at the risk
of his lite; for after all his braggadoca
how could he meet those below, disarmed
and chased ont of the building by one Of
the puny boys he had intended so terribly
to chasti>e? But Darrell was after him,
and with one vigorous kick sent him heels
over head down the wooden stairs, with a
laundering clatter, and rolling over the
doorsill, the defeated bully actually tum-
bled out upon the street before he could
recover his equilibrium.
"Hellol How's this2 What's up?"
asked dozen voices at once, as the dread
ed man reappeared in this undignified
shape, without having sent any corpses
out the window.
"Why, simply kicked him down stairs
that's whats the matter said the boyish
voice of Darrell at the head of the stairs :;
land if he comes up here again | won't
let him off so easy. Don't he afraid OF
him, Tor took all his weapons away from
him."
Wolf struggled to his feet, rubbing his
head, and presenting such ludicrous ap-
pearance that he was greeted with jeers
and bursts of laughter. So completely
| had he tumbled from his lofty eminence
in the eyes of those who either admired
or feared bold murderer that they who
an hour ago would have dreaded to offend
him by word or look, now regarded him
with the utmost contempt-laughed at and
.derided him.
"Ha. ha, hal" resounded on all sides
Licked by boy! Bah! Kicked down
stairs by child Got your harkers took
from you! Where's your knife2 Where's