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You are all cowards, and dare not give us fair play, and an open fight, but I didn't suppose that you were so frightened as to refuse to let us have a mouthful." "Dress a sheep for them, and let them eat their fill," ordered Murden; "but mind that they escape not, on your lives."
Murden spoke to them in their native language, of which he understood a little, and inquired the distance to a stock-hut; and with an almost imperceptible motion of their heads, they intimated the direction which we were to pursue, and then relapsed into their former state of stoicism. "Some of our heaviest cattle-raisers are trying an experiment," said Murden, as we rode.
"You would not get liquor like this to cool your tongue there," Fred said, handing the lieutenant the bottle to wet his parched lips. "The bushranger is dying, sir," cried one of the men, who was seated nearest to the wounded man. Murden hesitated while raising the bottle to his lips for a moment.
Still he wore his scornful look, and did not even ask for mercy, which Murden had evidently anticipated. "Will you reveal?" demanded the lieutenant. "No!" he yelled: and with his refusal was a gesture of the most impudent and insulting nature. "Up with him, men!" cried the officer, beside himself with passion.
The question is too new for a decision on our part; slightly as we have investigated it, we must say that our sympathies are with the miners instead of the government." "Just as I supposed," muttered Murden; but whether in disappointment or in anger I could not tell. "Why, I really thought that I had proved to you that a tax was necessary," Mr. Brown said, in an apologetic strain.
"Why did you not tell me of this yesterday?" asked Murden, beckoning to me, and whispering in a low tone. "Because we were fearful that you would interrupt the proceedings," I replied. "I certainly should have done so. Are you aware that Wattles is a most experienced and successful duellist? That he has been out half a dozen times, and always came off without so much as a scratch?"
At her death she left the property as follows: One-third to Isaac Murden, one-third to Jerry Murden, one-third to Nancy Murden, her grandchildren. This will is recorded in the court-house at Elizabeth City, North Carolina.
Murden, who was both cross and hungry by his night's ride, attempted to satisfy their curiosity by replying; but he might just as well have attempted to dam a river with a sieve; and the few words which he spoke were almost lost in the confusion.
"You are the last man that I expected to see to-night, Murden," I said, grasping his hand with a pressure that expressed my gratitude at his arrival. "Well, to tell you the truth," he replied, "I must say that three hours ago I had no idea of shaking hands with old friends.
"Remember there are others suffering as well as yourself." Noble-hearted Fred! when did you ever fail to sympathize in the sufferings of others, and use your utmost endeavors to contribute to their relief? "If hell," groaned Murden, "is hotter than this hole, I have no desire to go there."
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