The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1872-08-09

the paper, or, perhaps, to see lawyer
who occupied couple Of rooms on the
same floor for the building was two
story one, and the second floor was oc-
cupied exclusively by them and an at
torney--their rooms being separated
from his by narrow hallway that was
reached by the flight of stairs alluded
to.
"Ah.ha! I've got ye, my young
imps I" exclaimed the desperate, burst
ing in.
Haynes recognized him and turned
pale. Being at the counter, which faced
the door and extended across the room,
he was naturally the first mark for
VOLTS vengeance.
"Ye young devilsl" he his sed, scowl-
ing like madman, "Ye'll never write
nor print nothin' more bout me ~
Here he hourished his knife and revol-
yer about his head. "I've got sure
thing on both of ye" Saying this he
looked about him, with careful scru-
nifty, to see that there was no means of
escape for the quiet youth at the table,
who of course, would not dare to jump
over the counter and try TO pass him,
but would cover down in corner and
take his turn at being killed then he
reached across the counter and seized
Haynes by the hair, which was, unfor-
tunately, very long.
Coiling the terrified young mans
locks around the great coarse fingers Of
the left hand, Wolf laid his revolver
upon the counter without the slightest
apprehension that his youthful adver-
sary would snatch it up and use it on
him as he might have done had he pos
sessed, the nerve; then flourished his
big cleaning knife, deliberately, with
pure devilishness prolonging Haynes
terror and pain.
snow say yer prayers, d--n YER"
he hissed, "you've got a couple o. Sec
onds or so left-jest while Pm clippin'
yer ears off. ''I'll take 'em first, clean
and smooth then I'll cut yer throat an
throw yer out o. the winder. Dye hear
that ?D
Such was VOLTS reliance upon the
terror his name everywhere inspired
that he never dreamed of resistance. He
simply intended to butcher the two
young men, and such thing as an
obstacle to his will was not to be
thought of. Had Darrell possessed no
more nerve than Haynes there can be
no doubt they would both have been
murdered then and there, in exact &C.
cordance with VOLTS programme.
"Time!" he said, grinding his teeth
in an ecstacy of rage, and drawing
Haynes white face closer to his own
repulsive countenance. "They're a
waitin' to see your carcass drap down
into the street." Here he fourished his
knife and selected his mark. "The light
ear first. Watch how clean and smooth
I'll. take it off. won't even touch q
hair
Haynes bawled for mercy. 100
don't" the poor fellow shrieked, trem.
bling with terror. ooh don't, Mr.. Wolf,
1 didn't write that, upon my soul!"
and he whined like school boy.
"None o. yer lyin !" said Wolf,
ferociously, "Ye both wrote it, ,'d-n
ye ; and yell both pay for it," Here he
executed decided circles with his flash
ing knife, having apparently prolonged
the torture as much as he desired.
"Here goes look out when count
three!' The knife was ready to descend.
"One-two-"
He stopped and started. He had not
observed the movements of Darrell
during the last few seconds, and just as
he was upon the point of clipping off
Haynes ear in the polished ma nner he
had descanted upon, he found the muz-
zle of rife thrust almost into his face.
1t was loaded rifle which, luckily, a
friend Of Darrell's had left in his keep
ing that very morning, while he went
out to make some purchases. 1t had
stood in corner Of the room near his
table, and Darrell has seized it, cooked
it and leveled it with such dexterity
that he had Wolf covered before he had
observed his moments; and he stood
motionless as statue-his cool eye
glancing over the sights, and a steady
finger on the trigger.
"You great bully" he said, "drop
that knife instantly. Mind, / come
from country where they shoot squir-
rels only through the eye. can hit any
hair of your head that you will mention
at a hundred yards. Drop that knife!"
The ruffian was fairly paralyzed. He
released his grip on poor Haynes, who
sank fainting upon the floor, and his
murderous knife fell on the counter. So
unexpected was this bold attitude of
Darrell that Wolf was more startled
than he would have been if dozen of
the toughest men In California had as
sailed him.
There stood the boyish editor motion
less as the wall, and muzzle of the rifle
did not move the breadth of hair. Dar-
rell held the desperado's life in his
hands.
"You cowardly bullyw he repeated
contemporary. "Don't you dare to
move; ! can send bullet through your
eye,ball without touching the white.
Don't move an eighth of an inch or I'll
do it, and throw your filthy carcass out
of the window"
| Wolf glanced at his revolver, lying
upon the counter within two feet of his
eyes, but he did not venture to reach
for it.
"Dare to touch that revolver, or so
much as look at it again." said Darrell
Sand Ill make red picture upon the
wall there behind you. You clustering,
Dragging knave! you are coward at
heart--a despicable cur! You came up
here to murder two boys, because you
thought it would be an easy task, and
now you are pale and trembling with