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in future be careful who you accuse of being in league with the accursed Yankees.”
By this time a number of the other men had recovered from their astonishment, and they immediately joined their threats to those of Webster, commanding Zigler to leave the saloon at once, if he desired to “save his bacon.”
Zigler did not dare to disobey.
Sullenly putting up his knife, and muttering curses on the whole crowd, he slunk out, stopping at the door long enough to glance back at Webster, with the exclamation :
“I'll fix you yet, d-n you!”
When he was gone, Webster said:
“I cannot conceive what that fellow has against me, that he should try to defame my character by such an accusation.”
Several of the men broke into a derisive laugh.
“ I'd as soon suspect Jeff Davis of being a Yankee spy,” said one, with a boisterous guffaw.
“ Lord, Webster,” spoke up another, “you needn't calculate that anything that fellow can say is going to injure you with the people here.”
“I reckon Zigler is mad because you won't clique in with him and his gang,” said a third. “Nobody takes any stock in him. It would have been considered a good riddance if your pistol had gone off while it covered his heart.
Bah! he isn't worth a thought Come, boys, let's licker.”
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