, 1878-10-03

revolver.
I'm uuarmed-I'm unarmed-
don't We hear me" whined the ex
pert.
Go and heel Yourself then,' re
trr,ci the bad man.
i don't want to fight
I'M make We fight. III take ye
at yer word, and kick ye to death
Please don't
Washoc Pete laid his knife ant
pistol on the counter, and then strode
rapidly to the spot where the exper,
was half.crouchng, half-standing
By this time the saloon was full OF
men, all of them smiling at the pic
ture before them, regarding it as the
height Of enjoyment-this lively en-
counter between the greatest brag-
gadocio in the Sierra, and a small
pale, mining expert, new to the Sec
tion, and a stranger to the wild ways
OF the border rutlians.
This thing has gone on about long
enough yelled bad man. stopping
before the expert. 'Ye've.been chin
min me till Pm riled. Squar your
self-I'm going to kick, an a Com
stock mule amt patchin as kicker
to Washoe Pete-d'ye hear me?'
'One instant, please, Peter. II
don't know your other name.) You
are sure you've got no other weapons
about you? They might go off ac.
cidentally, and injure some innocent
party
That all the weepins I've got, eff
the informatin'll ease your sneaking
mind; and now I'm goin to begin
kickin. Clear the track. The woody
boss has broken out of the kerrell,
and there'll be a coroner's inquest in
Jest about seven minutes
He 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 between the eyes and
sending that worthy. sprawling on the
saw-dust that covered the floor.
I'm the cyclone of the West he
shouted, as he bounded to the pros
trate woody hoss and raised the brag-
gart into a sitting posture. The lat.
ter 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 individual to raise
once more and attempt a defense
He made an effort to reach his weap
ons, bat the active expert flankeC
him and planted two terrible blow
on his ears and neck. Then the bac
man howled:
Let me up! l was only foolin-
can ye take joke, dern ye?
"Ye think l m jokin, do ye? Y
take me for a josh, eh? I'll shov
yon what I am before get through
with We. Ye don't play me for nj
tender foot. m native, | am; an,
I've stood this yer foolin long enough
This apt reproduction of the ma
, tive's speech few moments previ
Gus, and it's almost perfect similitud
as regards tone, was too much 70
the good.natured crowd, and roa
of laughter greeted it that Nigh
have been heard beyond Bodice
bluff.
81 give in, dern ye, I give in
Cant We take mans word when he
soueals? shouted the tornado, swing
ing his arms wildly, and staggering
against the bar in his efforts to dodg,
the lightning stroke of the athletic
expert.
"I am q bowling hurricane o
wrath. shouted the expert, sending
forth both fists with terrific effect.
"Let up, wont you? I amt sand
bag.
"Not much; you are only raging
lion of the plains, and swift left
handler lit upon the bullv's nose.
81 give in, hoarsely calculated the
experts victim.
"Come on with vour quartz stamps
old woody hoss. When you hit vor
kill, and you weigh ton. Fetch il
a couple Of your earthquakes. Why
don't you chew nv name? You ar,
a chief, are you? All right, chief
there is neat one for you, and there
is couple more.
With these words the expert coun
tered on the bad man cheek, anc
then stretched him painting on the