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Wie LAURA BRAYTON. for you all mieat. but he must be abused and called all sorts of names in the morning !” «A man and woman—the man with the red scar on his face, anda woman? What kind of a woman?” “How could you expect a drunken dog to remem- ber?” said Nathan, sarcastically. “Never mind what I said. I was mad—annoyed. Tell me about the man and woman—was she young or old?” “How could a drunken rascal, with a prison staring him in the face, remember?” And Nathan laughed in the face of his master, a thing he had never done before. “Dog, you know me, and, drunk or sober, you'll tell me all you know in less than ten seconds, or the grave—not the jail—shall hold all that is left of you!” shouted Enoch Sharp, as he snatched a knife from the table, and springing on .the unexpecting clerk with a tiger-like bound, with a strength which seemed superhuman, he hurled him to the floor. With his talon-like fingers clutched in the bushy hair of the now really terrified clerk, he cried: “Now tell me all, or your life is not worth one little prayer!” And he brandished the knife over his unprotected throat, for with his knees he eens Nathan’s hands _down on his body. Sobered by the danger of his position, knowing the terrible anger of the lawyer when once excited, Gomicbooks co |