10

"'Look here, Johnson! You're a liar,
When you say he's set me free!
When you met him there at Mingo's
He had gone to hunt for me.
Don't you dare to touch me, scoundrel!
Don't you dare to slur his name!
You're a cur--a thief--Jim Johnson!
You have jumped my sweetheart's claim.
Don't you dare to venture near me!
Or you'll wish you'd not begun.
All your schemes and double dealings,
All your hatched-up plans are done.
You start now and pack your fixin's!
Don't you leave the smallest bit!
Every filthy thing you own here,
Pack it up--you dog, and _git!_'


11

"He was standing there uncertain,
And I felt to clinch his throat;
But, instead, I shot--to scare him--
All the buttons off his coat.
Then I pumped two in the corner,
Where he'd sunk down on his knees--
Slit his ear and cut his collar,