Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1907-01-09
He shook him as u terrier shakes a rat

turbed by the sound of angry voices
behind the native camp. He turned
naturally toward Durnovo's tent, and
saw that lie was absent. The voices
rose and fell; there WAS a singular
accompanying roar of sound which
DISCARD never remembered having
heard before. 1t was the protesting
voice of a mass of men-and there is
no sound like it-none 50 disquieting
Oscard listened attentively and sud
denly he was thrown upon his feet by
a pistol shot
AT the same moment Joseph emerged
from behind the tents, dragging some
one by the collar. The victim of
Joseph's violence was off his feet, but
still struggling and kicking.
Guy Discard saw the flash of Sec
ond shot, apparently within few
inches Of Joseph's face, but he came
on, dragging the man with him, whom
from his clothing Oscard saw to be
Durnovo.
Joseph was splitting out wadding and
burned powder
shoot he. would yer, yer skulliing
chocolate bird? I'll teach you! III
twist that brown neck of yours
He shook him as Il terrier shakes a
rat, and seemed to shake things off
hinl-among others revolver which
described circle in the all and fell
heavily on the ground, where the CON
cussion discharged a cartridge.
Ere, sir" cried. Joseph. literally
throwing Durnovo down on the ground
at Oscard's feet, that man has just
SHOT one O them poor niggers, SO
'elp me God.'
Durnovo rose slowly to his feet, as
if the shaking had disturbed his fac
ulties.
"Oh, don't make fool of yourself"
he said in Il Kissing voice: you don't
understand these native.; mt all. The
man raised his hand to me. He would
have killed me il he had had the
chance. Shooting was the only thing
left 10 do. You can only hold these
men by fear. They expect it."
"Of course they expect it, shouted
Joseph in his face; "of course they
expect it. Mr. Durnovo.'
WHY"
because they're slaves. Think l
don't know tliat:"
He turned to Oscard
This man, Mr.. Oscard." he said, 'is
Il slave owner. Them forty that Joined
at Msala was slaves. He's shot two
of 'em now; this is his second. And
what does he care? They're his slaves.
Oh, shame on yer!" turning again to
Durnovo / wonder God lets Yer stand
there. can only think that he doesn't
want to dirty his hand by striliin' yer
down."
Discard had taken his pipe from his
lips. He looked bigger. somehow, than
ever His brown face was turning to
an ashen color and there was dull,
steel-like CLEAN in his buckeyes. The
terrible. slow kindling anger of this
nortlerner made Durnovo catch his
breath. 1t :sas so different from the
sudden passion of his own countrymen
"Is this true:" lie asked.
ITS a lie. of course answered Dur
novo, with shrug of the shoulders.
He moved away as if he were going
to his tent. but Oscurds arm reached
out. His large brown hand fell heavily
on the half breeds shoulder.
Stay" lie said; 1--WE are going to get
to the bottom of this
Good muttered Joseph. rubbing
his hands slowly together; this is
prime"
go on said Gscard to him.
"Where's the WAGES you and Mr..
Meredith has paid him for those forty
men:' pursued Joseph. Where's the
advance you made him for those men
at Msala: Not one lia'penny of 1t have
they fingered. And why? Co; they're
slaves! Fifteen months at 20 ct
them as can reckon tot 1t up for
themselves. That's his first swiiillc---
ana there's others. sir! ca. there's,
more behind. That mans just hot
bed o crime. But this ere slave OWL
inc is enough to settle his lnsll, tnl:e
it, "A.
Let us have these men here; we viii
hear what they have to say" said OH
card in the same dull tone that fright