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"Daminite!" screamed a voice. Mr. Luce was dancing up and down on the edge of his hole, shaking another stick of the explosive. "I'll show ye whuther I'm an outlaw or not! I'll have this town down on its knees. I'll show ye what it means to squdge me too fur. I give ye fair warnin' from now on. I'm a desp'rit' man. They'll write novels about me before I'm done. Try to arrest me, will ye?
You've done it at last!" he screamed, with hysteric iteration. "You've made me a desp'rit' outlaw." "Outlaw! You're only a cheap sneak-thief!" "That's right, Cap'n Sproul," remarked the constable. "He can't even steal hens till it's dark and they can't look at him. If they turned and put their eye on him he wouldn't dare to touch 'em." "I don't dast to be an outlaw, hey?" shrieked Mr. Luce.
"Considerin' 'im such a werry desp'rit cove an' all an' a pair o' popps in 'is 'olsters as long as your arm they're in the pockets o' my greatcoat yonder you can see 'em stickin' out. Yes, a sweet, pretty bit o' work as ever we done, eh, Jimmy?" "Ar though 'e floored you once." "Aye that was when 'e slipped off the darbies Oh, a desp'rit cove an' the more credit to us!
"Them other two be they ?" "They're constables." "There ain't no hope. And it shows how desp'rit' they think I be. It shows they're bound to have me. It's life and death, Louada Murilla. If I don't git anything but State Prison, it's goin' to kill me, for I've lived too free and open to be penned up at my time o' life. It ain't fair it ain't noways fair!" His voice broke.
"So's you'd get mad and fight Cochise, of course. She was desp'rit, so she told him she'd get another man into the Basin to be caught and made to pay. But she planned, when she signalled them, to warn you and slip away while you fought them." "Ripping!" praised Lennon. "Wonderful flight of fancy. And after the fight?" "Oh, that depends. You'd prob'ly been dead.
"Ye mean t' say " began the landlord. "Horse-trough!" said Anthony, levelling the ungainly weapon. "Come on, master," quoth the ostler, "'e du be a mortal desp'rit cove for sure! An' what's a little water; 't will du un good!" So in the end they raised the groaning man and bore him forth, followed by Anthony with the blunderbuss across his arm.
But it was diff'rint wid the others, an' why I cannot say, excipt that some men are borrun mane an' go to dhirty murdher where a fist is more than enough. Afther a whoile, they changed their chune to me an' was desp'rit frien'ly all twelve av thim cursin' O'Hara in chorus. "'Eyah, sez I, 'O'Hara's a divil an' I'm not for denyin' ut, but is he the only man in the wurruld? Let him go.
'Powerful! said he, chewing vigorously on his quid of tobacco as he shook his head and looked down at his wet clothing. 'In a desp'rit fix, ain't I? 'Too bad! I exclaimed. 'Seldom ever hed sech a disapp'intment, he said. 'Ruther counted on ketchin' thet fish he was s' well hooked.
He's about as near desp'rit as they make 'em, and havin' no partner to look after him, and him alone in the tules, ther' 's no tellin' WHAT he may do." Billings, stretched at full length in his chair, here gurgled derisively. "Desp'rit! ketch him! Why, that's his little game! He's jist playin' off his desp'rit condition to frighten Sidon.
He's only desp'rit to laze around and fish all day off a log in the tules, and soak up with whiskey, until, betwixt fever an' ague and the jumps, he kinder shakes hisself free o' responsibility." A long silence followed; it was somehow felt that the subject was incongruously exciting; Billings allowed himself to lapse again behind the back of his chair.
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