Had they not come in sight just at the lucky
moment, my knife would have made mighty small work with your windpipe, I
tell you--it did lie so tempting beneath it."
"Yes--I thought myself a gone chick under that spur, George, and so I
believe thought all about us; and when you put off the finishing stroke
so suddenly, I took it for granted that you had seen the devil, or some
other matter equally frightful," was the reply of Munro, in a spirit and
style equally unique and philosophical with that which preceded it.
"Why, it was something, though not the devil, bad enough for us in all
conscience, as you know just as well as I. The Georgia guard won't give
much time for a move."
"Bad enough, indeed, though I certainly ought not to complain of their
appearance," was the reply of Munro, whose recent escape seemed to run
more in his mind than any other subject. He proceeded:--
"But this isn't the first time I've had a chance so narrow for my neck;
and more than once it has been said to me, that the man born for one
fate can't be killed by another; but when you had me down and your knife
over me, I began to despair of my charm.
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