The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-06-18

hand, Wolf laid his revolver upon the cOun-
ter without the slightest apprehension that
his youthful adversary would snatch it up
and use it on him, as he might have done
had he possessed the nerve; then fourished
his big cleaning knife, deliberately, with
pure devilishness prolonging Kayne's terror
and pain.
1" Now say yer prayers, d--h yer, he
Kissed, "you've got a couple of seconds or
so left--just while I'm clippin' yer ears Off
I'll take 'em first, clean and smooth; then
I'll cut yer throat an throw yer out of the
winder. Dye hear that ?''i hj .''
Such was VOLTS reliance upon the terror
his name everywhere inspired that he never
dreamed of resistance. He simply inten-
ded to butcher the two young men, and
such a thing as an obstacle to his will was
not to be thought of. Had Darrell possess
ed no more nerve than Haynes there can be
no doubt they would both have been muir
dered then and there, in exact accordance
with VOLTS programme. ''t'
"Time!" !" he said, grinding his teeth in
an ecstacy of rage, and drawing Haynes
white face closer to his own repulsive coun-
tenance "Theyre waitin' to see your
carcass drop down into the street." Here
he fiourished his knife and selected his
mark. "The right ear first Watch how
clean and smooth I'll take it off. l wont
even touch hair" fU1 'i
Haynes bawled for mercy. 800 don'tw
the poor fellow shrieked, trembling with
terror. "Oh don't, Mr.. Wolf. l didn't
write that, upon my soul p and he whined
like school boy. @ Fu"u ani
None of yer lyin'r said Wolf fe-
rociously. Ye both wrote it d-n ye;
and yen both pay for it," Here he execu-
ted decided circles with his flashing knife,
having apparently prolonged the torture as
much as he desired. "Here goes; look
out when count three p The knife was
was ready to descend. One-two--"
He stopped and stared. He had not OBJ
served the movements of Darrell during the
last few seconds, and just as he was upon
the point of clipping off Kayne's ear in the
polished manner he had descanted upon,
he found the muzzle of a rifle thrust almost
into his face. srf vria l.G- 81,
1t was loaded rifle which, luckily, a
friend of Darrel'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 Dar-
rell had seized it, cooked it and leveled it
| ~, Ia a~;k hot he haI r1f
cred before he had observed his movements;
and he stood motionless as statute-his
cool eyes glancing over the sights, and a
steady finger on the trigger m au
"You great bully" he said, "drop that
knife instantly. Mind, 1 come from q
country where they shoot squirrels only
through the eye. l can hit any hair Of
your big head that you will mention, at a
hundred yards. Drop that knife ~
The ruffian was fairly paralyzed. He re.
leased his grip on Poor Haynes, who sank
fainting upon the floor, and his murderoui
knife fell on the counter. So unexpected
was the bold attitude of Darrell that Vol
was more startled than he would have beer
If dozen of the toughest men in Califor
mia had assailed him. L
There stood the boyish editor, motionles
as the wall, and the muzzle Of the rifle die
not move the breadth of hair. Darrell
held the desperado's life in his hands,
"YOu cowardly bully r. he repeated con
temptuously. "Don't you dare to move
can send bullet through your eye-bal
without touching the white. Don't NOV,
an eighth Of an inch OR I'll do 1t, and throw
} your filthy carcass out Of the window"
Wolf glanced at his revolver, lying upor
the counter within two feet of his eyes, bu
he did not venture to reach for it.
"Dare to touch that revolver, or so mucl
as look at it again." said Darrell, "and II
make red picture upon the wall there be
hind you. You came up here to murdo
two boys, because you thought it an cas-
task, and now you are pale and trembling
! with fear. would kill you in your tracks
| but that don't want your dirty blood o.
my hands. Go now. Turn instantly
Leave your knife and revolver where the
are. IL kooP thom' ouo"h W y"u
. friends on the street and tell them that
7 boy whipped you--disarmed you, and the
3 kicked you down stairs" Do as tell you
' IL you hesitate you will never see the set.
: Wolf, trembling from head to foot, glar
ced once more at his revolver, but did nc
dare raise his hand. His face was pale an
his lips were dry. a
}. "Do you hear meS' demanded DarrOl
n gternly an. g