For I--I have sworn that he shall go where he has sent so many victims; go, like them all, unprepared, but not unwarned.

No, he thinks that death is near; I'll freeze the thought to his very soul! He is on the death-trail now?
With me rests when and where it shall end." The face of the young man was almost fiendish in its expression as he spoke.

It seemed as if his heart was the concentration of hate and a fell desire for revenge.
He strode along the streets swiftly, and, glancing in at the saloon which the two men had entered, paused one second, with his right hand thrust within his vest, as if clutching a weapon, and debating in his mind whether or not to use it.
A second only he paused, and then muttering, "It is not time yet," he passed on.
"He went a little way up the same street and entered a German restaurant.

Throwing himself heavily on a seat, he said: "Give me a steak, quick.

I'm hungry and dry.