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Hank Crawford and Harry Phleger, two respectable citizens, hastened to the aid of the dying desperado, whom they conveyed to Crawford’s lodgings. His bed being poorly furnished Cleveland sent him to Plummer’s cabin to get a pair of blankets belonging to him. The interview, between Crawford and Plummer on this occasion showed that the mind of the latter was ill at ease. Like Macbeth’s dread of Banquo, so he felt that, while Cleveland lived,—

“There is none but he

Whose being I do fear; and under him

My genius is rebuk’d.”

In the brief colloquy which took place between them, Plummer asked Crawford no less than three times what Jack had said about him. His past career of crime was all before him. Crawford as often replied, “Nothing.”

“’Tis well he did not,” at length responded Plummer, “for if he had I would kill him in his bed.”

Crawford then told him that, in reply to several questions asked him, Cleveland had said,

“Poor Jack has got no friends. He has got it [meaning his death-wound] and I guess he can stand it.”