Francis Worcester Doughty, Shadow, the Mysterious Detective… (1883)
“ As the roughs began to pile out of the darkened saloon, the false detective gave vent to a nervous laugh. He was afraid he would not be rescued, and yet did not see how it could be possible for me to retain him as a prisoner in the face of these friends of his.I was, however, determined to do so.I was considerably riled up just about then, and could have laid down my life rather than have let him escape.I set my teeth.Through them I hissed:"Stanton, you cannot escape me! You know me well in private life, and know that I am a determined man—a man of my word. ”
