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Ye have authority, ye have pretorians, ye have power; then be sincere, at least, when no one is listening! Deceive the people, but deceive not one another. Give the Christians to the populace, condemn them to any torture ye like; but have courage to say to yourselves that it was not they who burnt Rome. Phy!
Claudia broke out with loud ejaculations to the effect that Drusus, she always knew, was a generous, affectionate fellow, and she loved him dearly. Cornelia, however, looked disturbed, and presently exclaimed: "It isn't right, Quintus, that I should come into your house with not a sesterce in my own name, as if you had married some low farmer's daughter." "Phy! pish!" replied Drusus.
The minutes passed; the doors flew open. Within the threshold Joe Phy halted. "Commence!" he shouted and flung an oath after the word. "Commence!" Pete Gabriel turned, and his revolver flew from its holster spitting fire. Phy's forty-five ejected a thin stream of orange flame. The voices of the weapons mingled in one loud explosion.
Iasus sprang to his feet, with eyes, nose, and mouth wide open. He turned red, turned white, turned red once more. "Phy!" cried the other; "you aren't so silly as to take me for a shade from Hades? I've as much strength and muscle as you." "Agias!" blurted out Iasus, "are you alive? Really alive? They didn't beat you to death! I am so glad! You know " "St!" interrupted Agias.
More than forty years have passed since they buried him in the little boot-hill at Florence, Arizona. To-day the town is as conventional as any Eastern village, but it saw a time when men lived up to the rude clean code of our American age of chivalry. During that era Joe Phy met his end with a grimness befitting a son of the Old West. Florence was the county-seat and Pete Gabriel was sheriff.
"This wine is very strong. It makes my head ache." "Phy!" retorted Agias. "Who complains of good liquor? I only told the host to set another lamp near us. Shall we play again?" "By Zeus!" exclaimed the delighted freedman. "Here I have cast four 'sixes' once more." And again he drained the beaker. "Vah!" sniffed Agias. "Luck will turn at last. Let us play for real stakes. More wine, mine host!
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