17/36 Yet fury had mitigated his terror. But you're mighty slow at startin'. I reckon I'll have to play my last trump to make you fight. Belllounds, there're dead men callin' me now. Callin' me not to murder you in cold blood! I killed one man once--a man who wouldn't fight--an innocent man! I killed him with my bare hands, an' if I tell you my story--an' how I killed him--an' that I'll do the same for you.... |