The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1872-08-22

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: ed, that he never dreamed Of resis
lance. He simply intended t
( butcher the two young men, an
such a thing as an obstacle to hi
will was not to be Thought of. Hat
I Darrell possessed no more nerv
than HAYNES there can be no dOub
z that they would both have bee
murdered then and there in exac
accordance with WOlfs programme
''TimeT he said, gFindiag hi
teeth in an ecstacy of rage, anC
! drawing Kaynes' white face elOseI
to his own fepulsive ecoUntenance.- -
4 "Thc're a waitin' TO see yer carcas.
! drap down into the street" Here
\ he fourished his knife and selected
his mark. Fright ear fSrst, Watch
now clean an smooth I'll take It OF
/ yft1St eESh toncls y Fsair.s -
| Haynes baWIed for mercy. 40
IO-den't" the poor fellow shrieked,
trembling with terror. 20, don {,
4 Mr. Wolf! 1 did not write that, on
Hny sOul"' and he whined like 4
schOOl-bOy.
"NOne O. yer lyinr' said Vol
fiercelEs st'YeEa beth Wpote lt, darn
ve! an both OF SEN pay afor IL =
Here he executed decided circles
with hissfasl1ing IS1ife,- having apz
parently prolonged the torture IS
much as he desired, "Here goes;
look out when count three The
knife was ready to decend. "One--
fu-o's
He stopped and stared Hs hstl
not Obsefved the movements ct Dar4
rel during the last few seconds, and
as he was on point Of clipping of
Kaynes's ear in the polished manner
he. had descanted .Apen, be found
the muEzel Of a rife thrust almost
into his face.
1t was a loaded rifle, whichs slacki.i
~, a friend of Darrelrs had left in
his keeping that very morning while
Ee'Went out to make some purchases.
1t had stood in the corner of his
room near his table, and Darrell had
seized it, cooked and leveled it with
such deKterity that he had Wolf
covered before his movements were
observed; and he stood notionless
as a statue-his cool eye glanced
over the sights, and steady finger
on the trigger.
"You great buIlyr'. he said, 'drop
that knife instantly. Mind, l came
from a country where they shoot
squirrels only through the eye.
can hit any hair of your head that
you will mention at a hundred
yards. Drop that knifer'
The rufian was fairly paralyzed.
He relaxed his grip on poor Haynes,
who sank f8intingOn the floor, and
his murderous knife fell upon the
counter. So unexpected was this
bold attitude of Darrell that Wolf
was more startled than he would
have beenzif q dozen of the rough
est men in CalifOrnia had. assailed
him.
There stood the boyish editor,
mOtiouless as the wall, and the muz-
zle of the rife did not move the
breadth of hair. Darrell held the
life of the desperate in his hand.
"You coWardly bully" he re-
peated, cOntemptiuOusly don't dare
to move, can send a 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
on the counter, within two feet of
his eye, but did not dare to touch |
it.
"Dare to touch that revolver
so much as look at it again." said |
Darrell, "and I'll make a red picture |
on 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 q |
nice, easy task, and now you are pale |
and trembling with fear. / would |
kill you in your tracks, but that
don't want your dirty blood |
on my hands. Go now. Turn in
stantly. Leave your knife and re-
volver where they are. I'll keep
them. Go down TO your friends on |
the street and tell them a boy |
whipped you u-disarmed you and |
kicked you down stairs! Do as / |
tell you, instantly. IL yOu hesitate,
YOU will Dever see the sun SET"
Wolf, trembling from head 90 |
foot, glanced once more at his re-
vOlYer, but did not dare to rate his !
hand. His face was pale and his
lips we're dry.
''Do you hear meF' demanded |
Darrell sternly.
Yes, yes; don't shootr' replied |
Wolf, turning about as commanded. |
He was thoroughly cowed.
''Do not turn your ugly face this |
way again" said Darrell, cor you
viii pay for it with your life. |
Move 81
Tanner than whipped cur, the |
ruffian walked toward the door, and |
Darrell, springing over the counter,
was at his heels in an instant
= Don't look baek, or I'll kill you
Instantly - ------s II
MesEiy obeying the Imperative
orders Oi the youth, Wolf moved
slowly ont of the room into the nar-
row corTider. I
'Be careful; don't-don't let that
gun on" Wolf stammered as he4
reached the head Of the stairs. !
At this moment elamOrs of the
impatient crowd below arose with
terrible distinctness, and one shrill
voice was heard to say:
Hurry up Wolf. Why don't
you throw them fellers out"
Exasperated beyond measure, he
was on the point Of turning back at
the risk or his life; for after all his3
braggadocio how could he face
these beItw ", disarmed and chased
oct Of the building by one Of the
puny boys he had intended to sol
terribly chastise? But Darrell WAS
after him, but with one vigorous |
kick sent him heels over head down |
the wooden stairs, with a thunder
ing clatter, and rolling over the
doOrsill, the defeated bully actually /
out upon the street before