"Yes, indeed, by his long, black hair and beard! They say it is half a yard long—now a man of such a singular appearance as that must be easily recognized!"
"Of course! Then you never met this wretch face to face?"
"He? Me? Am I standing here alive? Do you suppose I should be standing here if ever I had met that demon? Why, man, I never leave this house, even in the day time, except with two bull dogs and a servant, for fear I should meet Black Donald! I know if ever I should meet that demon, I should drop dead with terror! I feel I should!"
"But maybe, now, ma'am, the man may not be so bad, after all? Even the devil is not so bad as he is painted."
"The devil may not be, but Black Donald is!"
"What do you think of this outlaw, young lady?" asked the peddler, turning to Capitola.
"Why, I like him!" said Cap.
"You do!"
"Yes, I do! I like men whose very names strike terror into the hearts of commonplace people!"
"Oh, Miss Black!" exclaimed Mrs. Condiment.