"Daren't I, by ----," he replied. "Here, give me a drink of whiskey."
He quaffed the glass, and went out to the front. Donald was coming
towards him. He saw Warren, and crossed to the other side to avoid him.
Warren went over and intercepted him.
"You've got to come with me," said Warren, pulling out the warrant.
"Let me pass," Donald replied in firm, commanding tones, "I want to have
nothing to do with you."
"But, by ----, I have something to do with you," Warren angrily
retorted. "You have got to come with me, dead or alive."
"What do you mean?" Donald demanded, while his right hand sought his
hip pocket.
"I mean what I say," Warren replied, fast losing control over himself.
Pulling out his revolver, he covered Donald, and commanded him to
surrender.
About a dozen people watched the scene in front of the hotel, chained to
the spot with a species of horrible fascination.
The moment that Donald saw Warren pull out his revolver, and cover
him with it, he clenched his teeth with a deadly determination, and,
whipping out his own weapon, and taking steady aim, he fired.
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