Sharp County record., 1878-10-10
% baar mppu Whined the expert.

- TO an n6el JouloOiA 'ii0ii'
the bad man.
81 don't want to fight"
"I'u make ye fight. I'll take ye a
yer word, and kick ye to death D."
"Piease don't"
Washoe Pete laid his knife and pisto
on the counter, and then strobe rapidly
to the spot where the expert was halt
crouching, half-standing. By this time
the saloon was full of men, all OF them
smiling at the picture before them' re-
parding it as the height of enjoyment
this lively encounter between 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-ruflian.
"This thing has gone on bout long
'nough," " yelled bad man," stopping
before the expert. "You've bin chm
min, to me till I'm riled. Squar' your
self-I'm goin' ter kick, an a Comstock
mule amt patchin' as a kicker to
Washoe Pete-d'ye hear me-" =.
zone instant, please Peter Il don't
know your other name); are you sure
vou,ve got no other weapons about you!
They might go off accidentally and in
lure some innocent party"
"That's all the weepinS I've got, Ell
the information'll ease yer sneakin'
mind, and now l am goin' to begin
kickin'. Clear the track. The woody
hoss has broken out o. the kerrell, and
there'll be a Coroner's inquest in jest
about seven minutes" ." =.
He raised his ponderous boot, but ii
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 a
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 prostrate
form of the "wooly hoss," and raised
the braggart into 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 tc
strike again. Then the blows fell like
thunderbolts upon the head and face OF
the " Whirlwind," inducing that lndl-
vidual to rise once more and attempt a
defense. He made an effort to reach
his weapons, but the active expert flank
ed him and planted two terrible blows
on his oars and neck. Then the 4" baC
man" howled:
"Let up! was only foolin'-can't
We take Joke, dern YEP"
aye think I'm jokin', do ye? Ie
take me for josh, eh? I'll show "
what | am before get through witt
We. Ye don't play me for no tender
foot. Pm native, am; an I've stooo
this yer foolin long enough"
This apt reproduction of the native
speech a few moments previous, and its
almost perfect similitude as regards
tone, was too much for the good-naturec
crowd, and a roar of laughter greeted
it that might have been heard beyond
Bodies bluff.
81 give in! Can't ye take a mans
word when he squeals?" shouted the
tornado" swinging his arms wildly
and staggering against the bar in his et
forts to dodge the lightning strokes O.
the athletic expert.
"I'm q bowling hurricane of wrath,
shouted the expert, sending in both fists
with terrific effect.
"Let up, won't you? amt a sand
bag"
mot much; you're only 'ragin
lion o. the plains,'" and a 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 hoss," When you hit you
kill, and you weigh ton. Fetch in
couple of your earthquakes. Why
don't you chew my name? You're
'chiet,' are you? All right, chief
there's neat one for you, and there's
couple more"
With these words the expert "coun
tered" on the "bad mans" cheek, anC
then stretched him painting for breath
on the floor with a "stinger" straigh
from the shoulder, inflicted upon the
lower portion of his chest. Then the
expert coolly called all hands to the bar
to drink, and as the I" bad man from
Bodie" crawled away he was heard tt
mutter that he "dldn't lay out to fall uf
against batterin' rams, no more'n hi
lowed he was game in front of hui
gymnasium.