Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1872-07-06

ing Aayne white face closer to his
own repulsive countenance. "They
are waitin to see your carcass drap
down into the street." Here he
fourishcd his knife and selected his
mark. "The right ear first. Watch
how clean and smooth I'll take it of.
1 won't even touch hair"
Haynes howled for mercy. 60
0 don't!' the poor fellow shrieked,
trembling with terror. 2" o .dor't
MIR. Wolf. I didn't write that, upon
my soul !" and he whined like a
school-boy.
"None O. yer lyin!' said Wolf,
ferociously. Ye both wrote it, d--n
ye; ard yell both pay forit." Here
he executed decided circles with his
flashing knife, having apparently
prolonged the torture as much as he
desired. Here goes; look out
when I count three !" The knife
was ready to descend. "One--
two"
lie stopped and stared. He had
not obserqed the movements of Dar-
rell during the last few seconds, and
just as he was upon the point Of clip
ping off Haynes ear in the polished
manner he had descanted upon, he
found the muzzIe of rifle thrust al
most into his face.
1t was loaded rifle which, luckily,
a friend of Darrell's had left in his
keeping that very morning, while he
went ont to make some purchases.
1t had stood in a corner of the room
near his table, and Darrell had seized
it, cooked it and leveled it with such
dexterity that he had Wolf covered
before he had observed his move
ments and he stood motionlcss as
statue-his cool eye glancing over
the sights, and steady finger on the
trigger.
"You great bully" he said, "drop
that knife instantly. Mind, I come
from a country where they shot
squirrels only through the eye. 1
can hit any hair of your big head
that you will mention at a hundred
yards. Drop that knife -
The ruffin 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 ifa dozen of the toughest
men in California ha assailed him.
There stood tho boyish editor,
motionless as the wall, and the muz-
zle of the rifle did not move the
breadth of a hair. Darrell held the
desperado's life in his hands.
"You cowardly bully !" he re.
peated contemptuously. Don't
you dare to move; can send q bul.
let 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" r~ t,,., .r.,.sr ~,4y
a4 Wolf glanced at his revolver, ly-
ing upon 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 to look at it again." said
Darrell, "and I'll make red pic
ture upon the wall behind you.
You clustering, Dragging knave !
you are coward at heart--a despic-
able cur! You came mp here to MUIR
dertwo boys, because you thought it
an easy task, and now you are pale
and trembling with fear. I would
kill you in your tricks, but that l
don't want your dirty blood on my
hands. Go now. Turn instantly.
Leave your knife aud revolver where
they are. I'll keepthem. Go down
to your friends on the street and tell
them that boy whipped you-dis-
armed you, and kicked you down
stairs. Do as I tell you. If you
hesitate you will never see the set."
Wolf, trembling from head to foot,
glanced once more at his revolver,