The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1878-11-02

Ino tenderioot I'm Il native, am, an I've
stood this yer ioolin' long enough" Saying
which he dashed the stranger against table
and drew a long knife.
AS soon rs the expert saw tins lac screwed
his face into the most plteOus shape and throw.
ing his hands up cried 81 m unarmcd; !
haven't got so much rs pen knife on me-
kick me To death if you must have my NE,
but for heavens sake don't stick that terrible
thing into me-"
Now as Washoc Pete had no intention of
using the knilc-and thereby rsking his neck
to the tender mcrcics Of Mono iurys verdict
he was pleased with the opportunity thus
afforded him of displaying his deadly weapon,
and, after asserting his bloody intcntion, re.
turned it to its sheath. He hourlshcd the knife
over the crnging expert thrcc or four times
and then lowered it with the remark: why
dern yer cowardly SOUL / wouldn't disgrace
the wcepin' by shown itinto yc. No, sir, but
I'll plug We :" and he drew revolver
Pm unarmcd-Im unarmed-donty c hear
me :" whined the expert.
600 an heel yersci, them" rctorted the bad
Imam.
II don't want to fight"
"rll make yc fight I'll takeyc at yer word
an kick ye 10 death
please don't
Washoc Pete laid his knife and pistol on the
counter, and then strobe rapidly to the spot
where the expert was half Crouchlng half
standing BY this time the saloon WAS full OF
men, all of them smiling at the picture before
them regarding ii rs the height OF enjoyment
this lively encounter between the braggado-
ella III the Sierra and "a small, pale mining cX.
pert, new to the section and stranger 10 the
wild ways of the border rutiian.
This thing has gone bout long 'nough,'
yelled bad man. stopping before the expert
l"You'vc been chmnin' TO me till I'm rled
Squar' ycrsclt-I'm gong ter kick, an Il Com.
stock mule amt II patchin' as II kicker to Wa.
shoe Pctc--d'ye hear mey'
zone instant please, Peter, Il don't know
your other namc,) are you sure you've got no
other weapons about youy They might 60 of
accidentally and injurc some innocent party
you know
That's all the weepins I've got, eff the inior
maton'll ease yer sneakin' mind, an Pm goln
to begin kickin'. Clear that rack. The woolly
boss has broke out of the kcrrell, an thcre'll
be Il coroncr's inquest in jest about seven
minutes
lie raised his pondcrous boot, but it did not
swing.
The little man Strengthened up like an I'M
bent bow, and his left nand shot direct from
his shoulder like the piston of a locomo.
tive, striking Washuc Pete between the eyes
and sending that worthy sprawllng on the saw
ldust that covered the floor.
Pm the Cyclone Of the Vest he shouted
as he bounded to the PROSTATE form of the
"woOlv boss and raised the braggart into a
sitting posture The latter was daled by the
terrible blow he had received, and did not eycn
throw up his guard when the expert drew back
to strike again Then the blows fell like thun-
dcrboltS upon the hcar and tacc OF the "Nhirl-
wind" inducing that individual to rise and al.
tempt defense lie made an effort to reach
his weapons, hu, the expert thanked him and
Iplantcd two terrific blows on his ear, ana neck,
Then the "bad man" uowlcd.
Let up | was only foolin'-can'tyer take
IA joke, dern yeE'
aye think I'm jokin', do ye? Ye take me
for a josh, ELI? III show yc, tornado, what
am before | get through with ye Ic don't
play me for a tendcrtoOt I'm native, am,
and I've stood this yer foolin' long enough
lis exact reproduction Of the natives speech
Il few moments previous, and its almost per
feet similarity as regards tone, was too much
for the good-naturcd crowd, and "A roar of
laughter greeted 1t that might have been heard
hrynnd Itndioe RluN
Il II give in, dcrn yc, give IN Can't We
take a mans word when he squeals' shouted
1.-The "tOruadO,' swinging his arms wildly, and
\ staggering against the bar IN his efforts to
dodge the lightning strokes of the athletic eX-
pert
I'm a bowling hurricane of WRATH" shout
ed The expert, sending in both fists with ter
rife effect.
Let up won'tyou | amt IA sand bag"
"Not much; you're only raging lion o. the
i plains And u swift left-hander lit upon the
buly'S nose.
II give in ~ hoarscly calculated hcexpcrts