Justice, and puts a double blinder on his eye.
There's nothing like getting on the right side of a fellow what
knows how to get on the wrong side of the law; and seeing how I've
studied Mr. Justice a little bit better than he's studied his books,
I knows just what can be done with him when a feller's got chink in
his pocket. You can't buy 'em, sir, they're so modest; but you can
coax 'em at a mighty cheaper rate-you can do that!" "And ye can make
him feel as if law and his business warn't two and two," rejoined
Anthony Romescos, a lean, wiry man, whose small indescribable face,
very much sun-scorched, is covered with bright sandy hair, matted
and uncombed. His forehead is low, the hair grows nearly to his
eyebrows, profuse and red; his eyes wander and glisten with
desperation; he is a merciless character. Men fear him, dread him;
he sets the law at defiance, laughs when he is told he is the
cunningest rogue in the county. He owns to the fearful; says it has
served him through many a hard squeeze; but now that he finds law so
necessary to carry out villainy, he's taken to studying it himself.
His dress is of yellow cotton, of which he has a short roundabout
and loose pantaloons. His shirt bosom is open, the collar secured at
the neck with a short black ribbon; he is much bedaubed with
tobacco-juice, which he has deposited over his clothes for the want
of a more convenient place. A gray, slouch hat usually adorns his
head, which, in consequence of the thinking it does, needs a deal of
scratching.
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