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I was to Spoutin' Springs, twenty mile west, with a bale o' blue fox an' otter pelt. Fust I knew them geysers begun for to groan egregious like, an' I seen the caribou gallopin' hell-bent south. 'This climate, sez I, 'is too bracin' for me, so I struck a back trail an' landed onto a hill.
In his day he was a real man.... Let him have the consolation that you faced Hell-Bent Wade an' died in your boots!" "I can't fight you!" panted Belllounds. "I know now!... I saw you throw a gun! It wouldn't be fair!" "But I'll make you fight me," returned Wade, in steely tones. "I'm givin' you a chance to dig up a little manhood. Askin' you to meet me man to man!
"I'll make it three, seein' ye're so hell-bent on a trade," he called. But his only answer was a loud laugh as the canoe disappeared around a sharp bend of the river. Creed resumed his position with his back against the ends of the logs.
And he's the only member of the Government who, I think, would like to meet our views; and he can't. To use the language of Lowell about the campaign of Governor Kent these British are hell-bent on starving the Germans out, and neutrals have mighty few rights till that job's done. The worst of it is that the job won't be done for a very long time.
Her eyes gloated over King. Tall, lean, graceful, easy, with his flushed ruddy face and his flashing blue eyes and the upstanding red hair, he looked exactly what he was a handsome red devil, fearing no man or thing, hell-bent in his cool, reckless wildness. He appeared to be half-drunk.
Log-cabins were built in every Western county, tuns of hard cider were filled and emptied at all the Whig mass meetings; and as the canvass gained momentum and vehemence a curious kind of music added its inspiration to the cause; and after the Maine election was over, with its augury of triumph, every Whig who was able to sing, or even to make a joyful noise, was roaring the inquiry, "Oh, have you heard how old Maine went?" and the profane but powerfully accented response, "She went, hell-bent, for Governor Kent, and Tippecanoe, and Tyler too."
Old Belllounds braced his huge shoulders against the wall in the attitude of a man driven to his last stand. "Ahuh!" he rolled, sonorously. "So hyar you are again?... Wal, tell your worst, Hell-Bent Wade, an' let's have an end to your croakin'." Belllounds had fortified himself, not with convictions or with illusions, but with the last desperate courage of a man true to himself.
"I reckoned a minute ago there was a sick gal in the house! Who's going to make a row now! Who's going to stamp and tear round, eh?" Jeff sank back on his chair. "I said thar was a woman," continued Bill; "thar allus is one! Let a man be hell-bent or heaven-bent, somewhere in his track is a woman's feet. I don't say anythin' agin this gal, ez a gal.
You never told me his name. It ain't it ain't " "Yes, it is, Cap," interrupted Wade. "It's the old boy that spoiled your handsome mug long ago." "Hell-Bent Wade!" gasped Folsom, in terrible accents. He shook all over. An ashen paleness crept into his face. Instinctively his right hand jerked toward his gun; then, as in his former motion, froze in the very act. "Careful, Cap!" warned Wade.
"Didn't you know I come to kill you?" "Yes yes! I've seen that. It's awful!... I never harmed you.... Don't kill me! Let me live, Wade. I swear to God I'll I'll never do it again.... For dad's sake for Collie's sake don't kill me!" "I'm Hell-Bent Wade!... You wouldn't listen to them when they wanted to tell you who I am!"
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