Weekly Trinity journal., 1874-06-13

to the Taranterler."
"Remain here two minutes and I'll
bring him in."
Now before coming into the room with
the fellow, Mr.. Jones had observed Jas.
n. Cartter-commonly known on the
Pacific coast as big j i'm Cartter-saunter-
ing about the saloon. As is we'll known
to everybody in this city, and pretty gem
rally throughout the towns and cities of
Nevada and California, i'm Cartier is
powerfully built man, standing over six
feet six inches in his stockings, man
who is "on the shoulder" aud is at homo
with either the knife or pistol, as moro
than one grave can testify. Calling to
Cartier, Mr.. Jones briefly made known
the situation and invited him to interview
the "war horse of the hills"
This was as good thirg as Cartier
wanted, and into the room they went.
"Here," said Jones, as they entered
the room, sis the other man. Nobody
will disturb you here, and after all is over
the best man is the man for my coin."
Jim waltzed into the room with his hat
standing on two hairs and wicked smile
playing upon his features. Said he:
Z" Is this the blessed infant that has
come to eat me up? Is this the Calaver-
as skunk that has come over here to set
himself up as 'ChiefH' Move back the
chairs !"
With this Cartier began to wriggle
from side to side in the effort to "shuck"
himself of the long-tailed black coat no
always wore, and in so doing he displayed
on one side that famous old white
sixteen inch bowie knife, his constant
companion, and on the other the butt Of
a navy revolver.
SO this is the lop-eared cur of Gala
veras who comes here to set up as fight
err Move the chairs to the wall :" cried
Cartier, still wriggling at his coat.
Mr.. JONES'" cried the mighty devour-
or Of men, "Mr. Jones, this man is II
friend OF yours. can't Fight any friend
of yours. With any friend of yours am
lamb could not harm hair Of his
head 7"
q" No friend at all. He is a fighter like
yourself. Besides, what has friendship
got to do with transaction involving
$1,000? | want the best man can find.
If you whip this fellow l hire you as my
fighter. That's all there is about it."
"Thats fair and business-like, you
skunk 70 cried Carter. Peel yourself
and waltz out here !"
"Mr. JONES'" said the "war hoss Of the
hills" in a mild conciliatory tone. al
am satisfied that this man is a friend Of
yours. You might insult me and banter
me and tear me all TO pieces, but against
friend of yours I'd never lift hand.
Now your friend is Of the right stripe; |
like his looks. Thar's no use Of two good
men a ightin' for nothin', so I'll tell you
what you'd best do, You give him $500
and me $500, an we'll work together.
The two OF us could chaw up the town
we'd be terror to it,"
"No," said Jones, "you won't do.
You amt game, you"
Hes a dunghill," Clipped in Cartier.
can't fight in room" srid the fell
low; 81 have never yet had u fight in a
room. don't like it,"
II guess you are not stuck after il any
where" said Cartier.
1t is rather close TO fight in a room,"
said Jones. Then turning to the fellow,
whose eyes were still wandering in the
direction Of Cartter's coat tails, he handed
him u twenty dollar gold piece, saying,
Take this. | hire you for my open-ar
fighter. You are never to fight for me
except in the open air, and when there is
a good ch ance for you to run"
"Thank you, M. JONES'" said the fell
low, pocketing the coin and making for
the door. "Thank you, and if ever see
a show to put in lick for you, I'll not
forget TO do it,"
Provided you have chance to run, :"
sneered Cartier.
Turning as he was passing out Of the
door, the fellow said:
"It's all very nice, Mr.. Jones; but that
is either Big Jim Cartier or the devil,
and you can't ring him in on me."--
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