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Updated: June 23, 2025
"Well, she says this feller Suggs that's been stayin' at Martin's cabin fer a week er two claims to have lived there some twenty odd years ago. Guess you must ha' been too small to recollect him. She says he sort of brags about bein' a renegade durin' the war an' fightin' on the side of the Injins up along the Lakes. He's a nasty customer, she says.
She did not move nor did she speak for many seconds, but stood staring hard at him from the shade of her deep black bonnet. "What is it you want, Kenneth Gwynne?" "No favour, you may be sure, Rachel Carter." She seemed to wince a little. After a moment's hesitation, she walked slowly over to the fence and faced him. "Well?" she said curtly. "Do you remember a man at home named Jasper Suggs?"
The planter, after awaiting the return of Simon for over two hours, was informed by the saloon keeper to whom he appealed, that he had entrusted his money to Simon Suggs, and that his chances of ever seeing it again were poor indeed. On discovering this he swore out a warrant against Simon and placed it in the hands of the sheriff to execute.
Later, however, he met the irate escort of the girl, when he took her back to her seat, and they glared at one another for a moment; then the escort walked off, leaving Bud master of the situation. After this came the "sour-dough" quadrille, in which only old-timers were permitted to dance, and Bud led it with Mrs. "Cow" Suggs to the tune of "Turkey in the Straw."
"This is your own witness, Mr. Prosecutor. Are you trying to cross-examine him, or to discredit his testimony?" "I beg your honour's pardon." Kenneth arose. "We will admit that Jasper Suggs came to his death at the hands of the defendant." "In that case," said his gentlemanly adversary, "the State rests." "Judge" Billings was heard audibly to remark: "Give 'em an inch and they take a mile."
And you needn't expect to be supported by your friend Jasper Suggs or the gentle Mr. Hawk, Aha, THAT got under your pelt, didn't it? If either of them is still alive at this minute, it's because he surrendered without a fight and not because God took care of him. Your beautiful game is spoiled, Lapelle, and you'll be lucky to get off with a whole skin. I'm giving you a chance.
"All she knows is that two or three men air comin' up from Attica on the Paul Revere and air goin' to get off the boat when it reaches her pa's place. Like as not this scalawag of a justice will be one of 'em, but that's guesswork. That reminds me to ask, did you ever run acrosst a feller in the town you come from named Jasper Suggs?" "Jasper Suggs? I don't recall the name."
The Sheriff found that Simon had left town, and immediately his deputy, mounted on a fast horse, started in pursuit. The deputy passed Simon at the widow's, and went directly to his house. He found Mrs. Suggs at home, and demanded of her the whereabouts of Simon. Mrs.
"What is it, Perkins?" he asked the prize-fighter as the latter let him into his private parlour. "Well sir, there's a rumpus over this business as we had the other night." "How a rumpus, Perkins?" "Well, sir, there was a tall red-haired chap leastways I hear as he's tall and red-headed, and is a tailor by trade; his name is Suggs.
The man called Jasper Suggs lay in front of the tumble-down fireplace, his long body twisted grotesquely by the final spasm of pain that carried him off. The lower part of his body was covered by a filthy strip of rag carpet which some one had hastily thrown over him as Rachel Carter was on the point of entering the house. His coarse linsey shirt was soaked with blood, now dry and almost black.
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