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Updated: September 2, 2025
"We accuses them of murderin' an' robbin' John Stackpole, an old miner, who was on his way tew San Francisco from th' diggin's; an' what's more, we saw 'em do it with our own eyes; an' are ready tew swear tew th' same afore any judge an' jury. Ain't we Spike?" and he turned to a small man, with a pockmarked face, who was standing close to Bud. "True as preachin'," declared the small man.
Anything even a raft will be better than this thievin' and murderin' hooker and her cut-throat crew! Yes, sir, I'm with you, for life or death. But, please God, it shall be life and not death for all hands of us.
Cattle-rustlers is mostly men. Mebbe they're low-down, murderin' pirates, but they're men as us folks understands men. They ain't allus skunkin' behind Bible trac's 'cos they're scairt to git out in the open. They're allus ready to put up a gamble, with their lives for the pot. An' when they gits it I guess they're sure ready to take their med'cine wi'out squealin'. Which needs grit an' nerve.
Sometimes, the way things are nowadays, it takes months to get back into the pen again. We got to live, ain't we? We got to eat, ain't we? Well, there you are. Why can't they leave us alone instead of drivin' us out into a cold, unfeelin' world where we got to either steal or starve to death? There wouldn't be one tenth as much stealin' and murderin' as there is if they didn't force us into it.
"I got to warn you," said Pete Glass, "that what you say now can be used again you later on before the jury." "My God, boys," burst out Vic, "d'you think I'm a plain, low-down, murderin' snake? Harry, ain't you got a word for me? Are you like the rest of 'em?" No voice answered. "Harry," said Ronicky, "why don't you speak to him?"
But feeling that it was useless to appeal to the former experience of the boatswain, he changed his plan of attack. "Dick Price," said he, "it's a hard case for an innocent man to be hanged." "So it is, boy, oncommon hard. I once know'd a poor feller as was hanged for murderin' his old grandmother.
But as it turned out it wasn't necessary. I sure appreciated your tender-heartedness toward them poor dumb brutes of the Taggarts. "After you set the Taggarts to walkin' home, I took Telza to Lazette an' locked him up for murderin' Sharp." "I reckon, then," said Calumet, a puzzled frown wrinkling his forehead as he looked from Taggart to the freshly dug hole; "that somebody else killed Taggart.
But I do say that if the white folks of the South can't stand up to a fair fight with the niggers at the polls, without cuttin', and murderin', and burnin', and shootin', and whippin', and Ku Kluxin', and cheatin', and swindlin', they are a damned no-'count people, and don't deserve no sort of show in the world no more than a mean, sneakin', venomous moccasin-snake there!"
The great veins stood out upon his temples like knotted whipcords, and when he spoke his voice was more a breathless snarl than the voice of a Christian man. "Ye'll have the law, will ye?" said he. "Ye'll have the law, will ye? You're afeared to go to law Levi West you try th' law and see how ye like it. Who 're you to call me thief ye bloody, murderin' villain ye!
You fellers mout be able to take things offen the Hollmans, but I hain't." "Thet's a damned lie," said Samson, quietly. "Ye runned away, an' ye runned in the water so them dawgs couldn't trail ye ye done hit because ye shot them shoots at Jesse Purvy from the laurel because ye're a truce-bustin', murderin' bully thet shoots off his face, an' is skeered to fight."
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