Clarence by Bret Harte
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court. You hear me!" As Clarence opened the gate he added, "I don't want
ter spoil sport between gents, but it's got to come in after I've done my duty." "I'll meet you, sir, anywhere, and with what weapons you choose," said Pinckney, turning angrily upon Clarence, "as soon as this farce--for which you and your friends are responsible--is over." He was furious at the intimation that Mrs. Brant had escaped him. A different thought was in the husband's mind. "But what assurance have I that you are going on with the deputy?" he said with purposely insulting deliberation. "My word, sir," said Captain Pinckney sharply. "And if that ain't enuff, there's mine!" said the deputy. "For if this gentleman swerves to the right or left betwixt this and Santa Inez, I'll blow a hole through him myself. And that," he added deprecatingly, "is saying a good deal for a man who doesn't want to spoil sport, and for the matter of that is willing to stand by and see fair play done at Santa Inez any time to-morrow before breakfast." "Then I can count on you," said Clarence, with a sudden impulse extending his hand. The man hesitated a moment and then grasped it. "Well, I wasn't expecting that," he said slowly; "but you look as if you meant business, and if you ain't got anybody else to see you through, I'm thar! I suppose this gentleman will have his friends." |
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