Американская трагедия

Chapter 8

           Yournamedon’thappentobeClydeGriffiths,doesit?"AndClyde,notingthesharpinquisitoriallookintheeyeofthisstranger,aswellasthefactthathehadalreadydrawnarevolverandwasliftingitup,nowpausing,thedefinitenessandauthorityofthemanchillinghimtothemarrow.Washereallybeingcaptured?Hadtheofficersofthelawtrulycomeforhim?God!Nohopeofflightnow!Whyhadhenotgoneon?Oh,whynot?Andatoncehewasweakandshaking,yet,notwishingtoincriminatehimselfabouttoreply,"No!"Yetbecauseofamoresensiblethought,replying,"Why,yes,that’smyname."

           "You’rewiththiscampingpartyjustwestofhere,aren’tyou?"

           "Yes,sir,Iam."

           "Allright,Mr.Griffiths.Excusetherevolver.I’mtoldtogetyou,whateverhappens,that’sall.MynameisKraut.NicholasKraut.I’madeputysheriffofCataraquiCounty.AndIhaveawarranthereforyourarrest.Isupposeyouknowwhatfor,andthatyou’repreparedtocomewithmepeaceably."AndatthisMr.Krautgrippedtheheavy,dangerous-lookingweaponmorefirmlyeven,andgazedatClydeinafirm,conclusiveway.

           "WhywhynoIdon’t,"repliedClyde,weaklyandheavily,hisfacewhiteandthin."Butifyouhaveawarrantformyarrest,I’llgowithyou,certainly.

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