THE TRAGEDY.
MACBETH--" I have done the deed. This is a sorry sight."
James Warren was a stout, thick-set man, about forty years of age. He
was an American by birth, but he had lived for many years in Compton
County. It was said that he had made a good deal of money by smuggling
goods into the States. He had the reputation of being a hard liver, and
something of a braggart.
Warren had been sworn in as a special constable to arrest Donald. Armed
with the warrant, he had lounged round the village of Megantic watching
his opportunity. He made loud boasts that he would take Morrison dead or
alive. He pulled out a pistol. This gave emphasis to the threat. We
have already said that Donald always went armed. Sometimes he carried a
rifle: more generally a couple of six-shooters.
Warren was in the hotel drinking. It was about noon on a beautiful day
in June.
One of the villagers rushed into the bar.
"Here's Morrison coming down the street," he said, in a tone of
excitement.
"All right," said Warren, "this is my chance."
"You daren't arrest him," a by-stander said.
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