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182 LAURA BRAYTON. knife that never fails, when she clutched my arm and screamed out the alarm. I couldn’t get my knife into him, but I paid her for interfering, with the full length of it. J’m here, but he isn’t where he ought to be. If it hadn’t been for her I’d been able to write the receipt for the thousand with a bloody finger. As it is I must wait. IT’ve worked hard enough—run risks enough for it, Satan knows. I came near being eat up alive by blood-hounds this morning, and if it hadn’t been for my legs I’d be in quod to-night.” “Bad luck, nothing but bad luck lately!” groaned the lawyer. “Everything looks dark. Haunted, beaten at every point—I am fairly broken down!” “Broke’ down with lots of money left? Broke down with lots of good rum to drink? Broke down with such a friend as me to stick to you to the bitter end of all? Gas! Take a drink and wake up. Show me a place to wash off this coloring matter, and then hand out the bottle and we’ll makea lively night of it yet. I’m not afraid of your ghosts—give me plenty of rum and I’ll shake hands with a house full of ’em! They’ll BS) make me shiver and shake as you do!” _ Enoch Sharp envied that blood-stained wretch his sang froid—envied him his brute courage, his recklessness, his insensibility to remorse. And he looked at him with wonder, too. For he could hardly realize that any human being could be so utterly indifferent to the result of bloodshed and wrong-doing. He pointed to a recess in the room where a basin, water, soap, and towels offered conveniences for re- moving the blood which stained the hands of Joe, €COMICDOOKS.co