If he comes around here, and you think there is any chance to take him alive, just send down to the Forks for us.

If not, you had better shoot him.

I wouldn't advise you to meddle with him much, however, for he's a dead shot, and fights like a cuss." "Did he kill any of the boys ?" asked the man on the portico.
"Yes; he killed Bill Richards, who was on guard at the time he escaped, and stole his musket and cartridge-box.

I suppose you heard of that.

And then, when we got after him, he ran through the woods like a deer, loading his gun as he went, and every time he turned around, somebody had to drop.