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Sometimes I'd wake from a doze an', seeing him there, I'd know how false were all these tales Jim heard about him and believed at first. Why, he plays with the children just just like any good man might. When he has the baby up I just can't believe he's a bloody gunman, as they say. "He's good, but he isn't happy. He has such sad eyes. He looks far off sometimes when the children climb round him.
Nature seemed so perfectly peaceful here that it was the very antithesis of those sections of the city in which he had found the gunman, whoever he was, indulging in practically every crime and vice of decadent civilization.
"Monsieur Banker," she said, "it is true that you have known this man who killed my father this Louisiana?" "Me! Shore, I knowed him. A murderin' gunman he was, ma'am. A bad hombre!" "And did you recognize him that time he came when you played that little joke upon me?" Banker turned sallow once more, as though the recollection frightened him. "I shore did," he assented fervently.
"Blue," said Blaisdell, "let's get Isbel's body soon as we dare, an' bury it. Reckon we can, right after dark." "Shore," replied Blue. "But y'u fellars figger thet out. I'm thinkin' hard. I've got somethin' on my mind." Jean grew fascinated by the looks and speech and action of the little gunman. Blue, indeed, had something on his mind.
"Hired," said Fibsy, as Stone hesitated to speak; "hired by a man who paid him ten thousand dollars." "Hanlon a gunman!" said Shane, amazed. "Not a professional one," Fibsy said, "but he acted as one in this case.
It was also said that he, the great "gunman," Pap, had groveled at her feet like any callow school-youth. These things were open gossip, and each repetition of the tales in circulation gained in elaboration of detail, till all sorts of wild extravagances were accepted as facts. But Kars and Bill accepted these things at a calm valuation.
Truth is, this drink-crazed madman was a hoodlum gunman from Chicago or Saint Louis, that had lost his nerve. A killer who couldn't take the finish that was due him. He had run from it, and like an ostrich, he thought he was hidden up here.
The gun was held at the hip, the first shot fired with the thumb-hammer movement. The gunman spread out the thumb and fingers of his other hand, and quickly drawing them across the hammer, one after another, they fired the shots with lightning rapidity. You would be surprised at the speed with which shots can be fired in this way. Try it sometime with an empty gun.
I hate to see a fine name in the hands of a prospective gunman." "And you can't get me with the sob stuff, either," Nucky shrugged his shoulders. Seaton scowled, then he laughed. "You're a regular tough, eh, Enoch? But you know even toughs occasionally use their brains. Do you want to go to reform school?" "Yes, I do! Go on, get out o' here!"
The bartender took a casual look at Hicks and the gunman, then went on talking to a customer, as before. "Hello, Hicks," said Patten, putting up the gun. "I'm much obliged that I didn't kill you. We don't greet old friends quite so hasty out here, boy, as you do in New York especially when we haven't heard our right name in some years," he added in a lowered voice.
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