Of course, he opened his pack before he left, and almost under his nose I got away with a bolt of linen.

The old man and woman fought about it, but if the peddler discovered his loss he had the sense not to come back and tell of it! When I was seventeen I left home with three good horses I'd picked up; they brought me more money than I'd ever seen before and I got my first taste of life--that was in Nashville where I made some good friends with whose help I soon had as pretty a trade organized in horseflesh as any one could wish." A somber tone had crept into Murrell's voice, while his glance had become restless and uneasy.

He went on: "I'm licking a speculation into shape that will cause me to be remembered while there's a white man alive in the Mississippi Valley!" His wicked black eyes were blazing coals of fire in their deep sockets.
"Have you heard what the niggers did at Hayti ?" "My God, John--no, I won't talk to you--and don't you think about it! That's wrong--wrong as hell itself!" cried Ware.
"There's no such thing as right and wrong for me.

That'll do for those who have something to lose.

I was born with empty hands and I am going to fill them where and how I can.