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Jim Burns has shot Judge Pierce!" and the mob rushed toward the mouth of Danville street in pursuit of the desperado, a noted character of the county.
He was a man of few words, but the most reckless desperado knew that he could not be trifled with. When there was an arrest to be made that involved special peril, this reticent, low-voiced man was usually intrusted with the undertaking. He was of the good old Primitive Baptist stock from Caswell County, North Carolina, and had a lingering fondness for the peculiar views of that people.
Outlaw and desperado as he was, he saw that he had lost his moral power in this actual possession, and that from that moment he must be the aggressor. He saw he was fighting no irresponsible hirelings like his own, but men of position and importance, whose loss would make a stir. Against their rifles the few revolvers that his men chanced to have slung to them were of little avail.
Dodd made a splendid desperado, and acted as if he had done nothing but steal horses and dodge the officers all his life. A pile of driftwood fifty feet high and with a tunnel underneath made a splendid hiding place for him while the first boat was being tied.
"Two can play at that game, Buffalo Bill," said the desperado, and seating themselves at the table the game was begun, each man having his revolver lying by his side. Buffalo Bill was calm and smiling, for he had confidence in his universal good luck to win. The desperado was pale and stern, and played warily, for he saw the eye of his foe watching him like a hawk.
The average desperado, for instance, has, after all, much the same standard of morals that the Norman nobles had in the days of the battle of Hastings, and, ethically and morally, he is decidedly in advance of the vikings, who were the ancestors of these same nobles and to whom, by the way, he himself could doubtless trace a portion of his blood.
"Well, three is quite enough recently," she mimicked. "You seem to me a good deal of a desperado." "Yes, ma'am." "Don't say 'Yes, ma'am, like that, as if it didn't matter in the least whether you are or not," she ordered. "No, ma'am." "Oh!" She broke off with a gesture of impatience at his burlesque of obedience.
Instantly the desperado seized his revolver, but he felt against his head the cold muzzle of a weapon, and heard the stern tones: "Bent, I guess I'll save Buffalo Bill from killing you, by hanging you to the nearest tree." The speaker was Wild Bill, who had stood behind the chair of the desperado. All knew him, and that he was an officer of the law, and would keep his word.
"Well, then," said the desperado, "I want one more drink of whiskey before I die." A species of uneasy consternation rippled over the crowd. Men glanced meaningly at each other, murmuring together. Some of the countenances expressed loathing, but more exhibited a surprised contempt. For a confused moment no one seemed to know quite what to do or what answer to make to so bestial a dying request.
At a certain town in Texas there lived a desperado who had threatened to kill him on sight. The town was not on the route of his speaking dates but he went out of his way to include it. A great concourse assembled to hear him. He spoke in the open air and, as he began, observed his man leaning against a tree armed to the teeth and waiting for him to finish.
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