And be sure," he added witheringly, "you pull the soogans over your head, so you won't hear the dying shriek of our victims.

We're liable to get kinda excited and torture 'em a while before we kill 'em." "Aw, gwan!" gulped Happy Jack mechanically.

"You make me sick! If yuh think I'm goin' to swaller all that, you're away off! You wouldn't dast do nothing of the kind; and, if yuh did, you'd sure have a sweet time layin' it onto me!" "Oh, I don't know," drawled the Native Son, with a slow, velvet-eyed glance, "any jury in the country would hang you on your looks, Happy.

I knew a man down in the lower part of California, who was arrested, tried and hanged for murder.

And all the evidence there was against him was the fact that he was seen within five miles of the place on the same day the murder was committed; and his face.