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Be it as it may, it is certain that the attitude, eye, voice, manner, of the speaker, for a moment struck the party below to silence. There is something in boldness and determination that for a time hushes even the rudest nature. Marks was the only one who remained wholly untouched. He was deliberately cocking his pistol, and, in the momentary silence that followed George’s speech, he fired at him. “Ye see ye get jist as much for him dead as alive in Kentucky,” he said, coolly, as he wiped his pistol on his coat-sleeve. George sprang backward,- Eliza uttered a shriek,- the ball had passed close to his hair, had nearly grazed the cheek of his wife, and struck in the tree above. “It’s nothing, Eliza,” said George, quickly. “Thee’d better keep out of sight, with thy speechifying,” said Phineas, “they’re mean scamps.” “Now, Jim,” said George, “look that your pistols are all right, and watch that pass with me. The first man that shows himself I fire at; you take the second, and so on. It won’t do, you know, to waste two shots on one.” “But what if you don’t hit?” “I shall hit,” said George, coolly. “Good! now, there’s stuff in that fellow,” muttered Phineas, between his teeth. The party below, after Marks had fired, stood, for a moment, rather undecided. |
