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“The likes of you?” I said “Hell, you’re all murderers!”

Eli Weinberg heard my voice He twisted around in the hands of his captors to see who ht have spoken in his defense “Murderers! Yes, that ht! You are all murderers!”

Jacob said, “You’re ainst all injustice We’re not here just to educate niggers We’re here to educate anyone who needs educating”

I narrowed my eyes and shook my head “You’re crazy, Jacob You and your friends are just a bunch of crazy killers”

Eli Weinberg shouted out, “Listen to hiht! You’re all crazy killers!”

Those were the last words he spoke

So’s body flew into the air His cheeks inflated His eyes bugged in their sockets His face turned an awful dark criray Vomit spilled from his mouth His body jerked and trembled horribly

Within seconds he was dead

A few seconds after that, the brilliant flash of Scooter Willeht

Chapter 80

THE HANGMAN’S BOWIE KNIFE ’s body fall to the ground with a thud I had seen ailing farm animals put doith more respect

“You reckon we oughta bury him?” a man said

“Leave him where he lies,” said Chaney “He said he had a son in Baton Rouge We’ll get word to our brothers down there The son can come fetch him”

“Jews are supposed to be buried before sundown on the day they die,” I said

“It figures you would know all about Jews,” said Doc Conover