"You tripped me up when I was on the track of the biggest rogue in America." "So!" said he, mocking me.

"You'll be a good judge of rogues.

Was it a runaway redemptioner, maybe?
You'd be looking for the twenty hogsheads reward." This was more than I could stand.

I was carrying a pistol in my hand, and I stuck it to his ear.

"March, my friend," I said.