15/62 I'll shut the door--it's a cold morning." He spread the lather over the red face. "Head back a bit--that's right comfortable now, isn't it ?" "All right--go ahead." Josiah took his razor. "Now, then," he said, as he set a big strong hand on the man's forehead, "if you move, I'll cut your throat--keep quiet--don't you move. You told I was a slave--you ruined my life--I never did you no harm--I'd kill you just as easy as that--" and he drew the blunt cold back of the razor across the hairy neck. |