That whiskey will be the finest that you will ever have and I want a good bargain for it." "I'll follow your instructions to the letter," answered the postmaster.

"I'll just tell the boys that he, being a kind of decent nigger, we will give him a decent hanging.

Meantime, Doctor, I must get out.

To-day is Sunday and we must do our work to-morrow night.

I must get a meeting of the boys to-night." So saying, the two arose, left the house and parted, one going to gather up his gang and the other to search up and examine his dissecting appliances.
Monday night about 9 o'clock a mob came and took Belton out into the neighboring woods.