Do you know Wild Bill ?" "_Know_ him! Who does not?
Hasn't he killed more men than any other white man in the States and Territories--I'll not say _how_, but is he not a hyena, sopped in blood ?" "You do not like him ?" "Who says I don't ?" "_You_ do! Your eyes flash hate while you speak of him." "Do they?
Well, maybe I don't like him as well as I do a glass of brandy--maybe I have lost some one I loved by his hand.

It isn't at all unlikely." The traveler sighed, and with an anxious look, said: "You don't bear him any grudge, do you?
You wouldn't harm him ?" A strange look passes like a flash over the face of the other: he seemed to read the thoughts or wishes of the traveler in a glance.
"Oh, no," he said, with assumed carelessness.

"Accidents will happen in the best families.

It's not in me to bear a grudge, because Bill may have wiped out fifteen or twenty Texans, while they were foolin' around in his way.

As to harm--he's too ready with his six-shooter, old Truth-Teller, he calls it, to stand in much danger.