Eugene Manlove Rhodes

“ Jeff was just turning to look at them when his attention was recalled by a voice from the man astride the chair.
"And how are we now, my young friend? A trifle dazed, I fancy? Something of a headache?" He showed his white teeth in a friendly smile; his voice was soft and playful. "Are we well enough to eat something? What with our recent disagreeable shock and our long abstinence from food, we must find ourself rather feeble."
Jeff stared at the man while he digested this communication. "A little coffee," he said at last. "I can't eat anything now. ”

“ It strikes me that he would be a valuable man for us. That was the nerviest performance I ever saw. Had I been told that any one could mix it that way with Oily Broderick and two guns, and get off with it scot-free except for this little love tap, I should never have believed it. ”