To Belllounds it must have represented death--a bloody death which he was not prepared to meet.
"Come out of your trance, you pup rustler!" yelled Wade.
"For God's sake, don't kill me!" implored Belllounds, stricken with terror.
"Why not?
Look around! My busy day, Buster!...

An' for that Cap Folsom it's been ten years comin'....

I'm goin' to shoot you in the belly an' watch you get sick to your stomach!" Belllounds, with whisper, and hands, and face, begged for his life in an abjectness of sheer panic.
"What!" roared the hunter.

"Didn't you know I come to kill you ?" "Yes--yes! I've seen--that.

It's awful!...