The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1878-09-27


We hear meF" whined the expert.
go an heel yourself them" retorted
the bad man.
~ don't want TO fight"
"I'll make We fight. III take ye ut
yer word. and kick We to DEATH"
Please don't"
Washoe Pete laid his knife and pistol
on the counter, and then strobe rapidly
To the spot where the expert was half
crouching, understanding. BY this time
the saloon was full OF men, all Of them
smiling at the picture before them, re-
garding 1t as the height OF enjoyment
this lively encounter bet ween the great
est braggadocio in the Sierra and a
small, pale, mining expert, new TO the
section and a stranger To the wild ways
of the border-ruilian.
"This thing has gone on bout long
'nough,- yelled :" bad man." stopping
before the expert. you've bin chin
MIN to me till I'm riled. Squar' your
self-Im goin' ter kick, an Comstock
mule amt a patchin' as kicker TO
Washoe Pete-d'ye hear me?"
"One instant, please Peter Il don't
know your other name); are you sure
you've got no other weapons about you?
They might go off accidentally and in
jure some innocent party"
"That's all the weepins I've got, ef
the information'll ease yer sneakin'
mind, and now l am goin' to begin
kickin'. Clear the track. The woody
boss has broken out o. the kerrell, and
there'll be Coroner's inquest in jest
about seven minutes"
lie raised his ponderous boot, but it
did not swing.
The little man Strengthened up like an
unbent bow, and his left hand shot direct
from his shoulder like the piston of
locomotive, striking Washoe Pete be-
tween the eyes and sending that worthy
sprawling on the sawdust that covered
the floor.
"I'm the cyclone Of the West" he
shouted, as he bounded TO the PROSTATE
fotm Of the "wooly hoss," and raised
the braggart into a sitting posture. The
latter was dazed by the terrible blow he
had received and did not even throw up
his guard when the expert drew back TO
strike again. Then the blows fell like
thunderbolts upon the head and face Of
the . Whirlwind,- inducing that indi-
vidual to rise once more and attempt q
defense. lie made an effort to reach
his weapons, but the active expert flank
ed him and planted two terrible blows
on his ears and neck. Then the "bad
man. howled:
"Let up! was only foolin'-can't
We take Joke, dern ye?''
Ye think I'm jokin', do We? Ye
take me for josh, Ell? I'll show We
what | am before get through with
We. Ye don't play me for no tender
foot. I'm a native, | am an I've stood
this yer foolin long enough"
This apt reproduction of the natives
speech few moments previous, and its
almost perfect similitude as regards
tone, was too much for the good-Daturcd
it that might have been heard beyond
Bodies bluff.
II give in. Can't We take mans
word when he squeals?' shouted the
tornado swinging his arms wildly,
and staggering against the bar in his ef
forts 10 dodge the lightning strokes Of
the athletic expert.
81 I'm bowling hurricane of wrath, !"
shouted the expert, sending in both fists
with terrific effect.
"Let up, won't you? amt sand
bag"
"Not much; you're only sragin'
lion o. the plains, and swift left
handler lit upon the bully's nose.
81 give in" hoarsely calculated the
experts victim.
"Come on With your quartz stamps,
old 'woolly boss" When you hit you
kill, and you weigh ton. Fetch in a
couple Of your earthquakes. Why
don't you chew my name? You're 4
schiet,' are youP All right, chief,
there's neat one for you, and there's a
couple more
With these words the expert "coun-
tered on the bad mans" cheek, and
then stretched him painting for breath
on the floor with " singer" straight
from the shoulder, inflicted upon the
lower portion Of his chest. Then the
expert coolly called all hands to the bar
70 drink, and as the . bad man from
Bodie" crawled away he was heard to
mutter that he I" didn't lay out to fall up
against batterin' rams, no morc'n he
lowed he was game in front Of a hull
gymnasium