Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 83: what you’re looking at

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- A PISTOL. . 85 self, to no purpose whatever. I intend that you shall go with - me to Prophet’s Town.” RS? “ And I swear to you, by heaven, I will not go.” “Very good. Then I must see what influence my little tale will have upon your daughter. I will go and tell her.” “Stop, for God’s sake. Don’t press me too hard. James, I had it in my heart to kill you at that moment. Your hardness very nearly crove me to do it. If you do not take care, I will not be answerable for myself.” “Would you like a pistol?” said Wilson, tauntingly. “You are handy with that weapon. — Here, take mine.” He offered him one. There was something in the weapon which drove the blood from the cheek of Walter. He snatched at it eagerly and looked at it closely. It was a sil- ver-mounted, old-fashioned weapon, of the light kind then used in dueling. “T thought you would know the tool,” ait Wilson. “ You’ can testify that it is a good one. Shoot me with it.” “Don’t talk to me, James. I tell you this is the very weapon I used that night. There’s blood upon it.” “ Imagination, my dear fellow. Pish! What is one man, more orless? That little weapon has laid more men than that stiff, I warn you. Don’t let that little matter worry you.” “Little matter! I have not been a man since that day. Do you think, if I were the same man now, that you would dare come to me and insult me as you do? ‘You know you would not. You know that for one-half the insults you have given me, 1 would have horsewhipped you through the streets of Montreal. I would, by heaven.” | “You were a hot fellow then. Too hot when you were fresh from gaming and wine. I always told you so, didn’t I?” “Yes; and led me to itagain the next night. You see I know you, James Wilson. But this pistol. You have kept it since that fatal hour. Why did you do that ?” “To tell the truth about the matter, and no falsehood, I thought they might want it in court. You see, the fellow was of a good family, and it — a deuce of a noise. Did you not hear of it?” “ Neyer, from the hour] fled. I only knew that I had shot him. I saw the blood bubbling from his breast, and he COMmicbooks.com