He—“Ain’t you got no jewelry nor nothin’?”
I—“I told you no.”
He—“I believe you are a d—n liar.”
I—“Ain’t it bad enough to be broke without being insulted about it?”
He—“I’ve a damn notion to kill you, any how.”
I—“I am afraid you will. You don’t intend to kill me, but that pistol is
pointed right at me, and you are nervous and it might go off.”
I positively saw that man move his pistol so that, had it been
discharged, the bullet would have missed me by several feet. His voice
quivered and I could see him tremble.
He—“Throw off that overcoat and step to one side.”