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Milligan, I'm sure he's coming and I'm sure he's going to attempt a murder." Milligan's thick lips framed his question but he did not speak: fear made his face ludicrous. "Right here?" "Yes." "A shootin' scrape here! You?" "He has me in mind. That's why I'm speaking to you." "Don't wait to speak to me about it. Get up and get out!" "Mr. Milligan, you're wrong.
Curtis, a journeyman cabinet-maker, of Marietta, relates the following, of which he was an eye witness. Mr. Curtis is every way worthy of credit. "In September, 1837, at 'Milligan's Bend, in the Mississippi river, I saw a negro with an iron band around his head, locked behind with a padlock.
One of the pleasures of frontier life consists in telling stories around the camp-fire. A man who ranks as a good frontiersman is pretty sure to be a good raconteur. Will was at ease immediately, and proceeded to relate the story of Milligan's hunt in his own words. That it was amusing was attested by the frequent rounds of applause.
But he had touched in her that cord of romance which runs through every woman; whenever it is touched the vibration is music, and Nelly was filled with the sound of it. And except for Lord Nick, there is no doubt that she would have really lost her head; for she kept seeing the face of Donnegan, as he had leaned toward her across the little table in Milligan's.
The next step, Donnegan, is to bring Jack Landis to this house." "Tush!" said Donnegan. "Bring him away from Lebrun? Bring him away from the tigers of Lord Nick's gang? I saw them at Milligan's place tonight. A bad set, Colonel Macon." "A set you can handle," said the colonel, calmly. "Ah?" "The danger will in itself be the thing that tempts you," he went on.
And shrinking past the bar with a hungry sidewise glance, as one who did not dare present himself for free liquor, he entered Milligan's. That is, he had put his foot across the threshold when he was caught roughly by the shoulder and dragged to one side. He found himself looking up into the face of a strapping fellow who served Milligan as bouncer. Milligan had an eye for color.
It had, moreover, carried a quantity of cloth into the wound, and it was almost impossible to cleanse the hole satisfactorily. As for the bullet itself, it had whipped cleanly through, at that short distance making nothing of its target. A door was knocked off its hinges. But before the wounded man was placed upon it, Lebrun appeared at the door into Milligan's.
For he had that rare faculty of seeming larger when in action, even when actually near much bigger men. Only when one came close to Donnegan one stepped, as it were, through a veil, and saw the almost fragile reality. When Milligan had caught his breath and adjusted himself, he began as follows: "Now, Bud," he said, "you've made a pretty play. Not bad at all. But no more bluffs in Milligan's."
They had lost on the long jump, but not unexpectedly. The totals at the finish were, School House twenty-three, Dencroft's twenty-five. Everything now depended on the long run. "We might do it," said Kennedy to Fenn, as they changed. "Milligan's a cert for three points, of course, but if we can only get two we win the cup."
I was, from now, a companion, almost a friend, to the sick boy. From that day there was a change in Mrs. Milligan's manner toward me, and between Arthur and myself there grew a strong friendship. I never once felt the difference in our positions; this may have been due to Mrs. Milligan's kindness, for she often spoke to me as though I were her child.
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