come to town to kill old Colonel Sherburn, and his motto was, “Meat first, and spoon vittles to top off on.” He see me, and rode up and says: “Whar'd you come f'm, boy?  You prepared to die?” Then he rode on.  I was scared, but a man says: “He don't mean nothing; he's always a-carryin' on like that when he's drunk.  He's the best naturedest old fool in Arkansaw--never hurt nobody, drunk nor sober.” Boggs rode up before the biggest store in town, and bent his head down so he could see under the curtain of the awning and yells: “Come out here, Sherburn! Come out and meet the man you've swindled. You're the houn' I'm after, and I'm a-gwyne to have you, too!” And so he went on, calling Sherburn everything he could lay his tongue to, and the whole street packed with people listening and laughing and going on.  By and by a proud-looking man about fifty-five--and he was a heap the best dressed man in that town, too--steps out of the store, and the crowd drops back on each side to let him come.  He says to Boggs, mighty ca'm and slow--he says: “I'm tired of this, but I'll endure it till one o'clock.  Till one o'clock, mind--no longer.  If you open your mouth against me only once after that time you can't travel so far but I will find you.” Then he turns and goes in.  The crowd looked mighty sober; nobody stirred, and there warn't no more laughing.  Boggs rode off blackguarding Sherburn as loud as he could yell, all down the street; and pretty soon back he comes and stops before the store, still keeping it up.  Some men crowded around him and tried to get him to shut up, but he wouldn't; they told him it would be one o'clock in about fifteen minutes, and so he _must_ go home--he must go right away.  But it didn't do no good.  He cussed away with all his might, and throwed his hat down in the mud and rode over it, and pretty soon away he went a-raging down the street again, with his gray hair a-flying. Everybody that could get a chance at him tried their best to coa