Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1888-06-01

who tries to lay finger on mel" and he rose
to his feet and lifted his rife.
Shall shoot him, baas'-shall I shoot
him.' asked the one eyed Hendrix, smacking
his lips at the thought. and fiddling with the
rusty lock of the old fowling piece he carried
;iuler, by way Of answer, struck him
across the face with the back of his hand.
aHans Coetzee.- he said, Ego and arrest that
man"
Poor Hans hestated, as well he might.
Nature had not endowed him with any great
| amount of natural courage, and the sight of
his old neighbours rifle barrel made him feel
positively scE. lie hesltated and began to
stammer excuses
Are you going, uncle, or must denounce
you to the general as a sympathizer with
Enslishmen" asked Muller in malice, for he
knew the old fellows weaknesses and cow
ariice, and was playing on them.
Il am going Of course l am going,
nephew. Excuse me; little faintness took
me-the heat of the sum- he babbled. ooh.
yes, l am going to seize the rebel. Perhaps
one of those young men would not mind en-
gaging his attention on the other side. He is
an angry mani know him Of old-and an
angry man with a gun, you know, dear
nephew
"Are you goingf said his terrible master
once more
ooh, yes! certainly yes. Dear Uncle Silas,
pray put down that gun, it is SO dangerous
Don't stand there looking like wild OK, but
come up to the yoke. You arc old, Uncle
Silas and don't want to have to hurt YOU
Come now, come, come" and he held out his
hand toward him as though he were Q shy
horse that he was endeavoring to beguile
"Hans Coetzee, traitor and liar that you
are" said the old man, III you come q step
nearer, by God. l will put bullet through
your
go on, Hans; chuck q REIN over his head;
get him by the tail; knock him down with q
yokeskei; turn the old bull on his backw
| shouted the crowd Of scoffers from the win
! dow, taking very good care, however. to clear
OF to the right and left in order to leave room
for the expected bullet.
Hans positively burst into tears, and Null
Ter, who was the only one who held his
| ground, caught him by the arm, and, put
ting out oil his strength, swung him toward
Silas Croft
For reasons of his own he was anxious that
the latter should shoot one of them. and he
despised, for the sacrifice.
sic, who had been standing bewildered, made
q dash ut it, knowing that bloodshed could
only mako matters worse. As she did SO it
exploded, but not before she had shaken her
! uncle's arm, for instead of killing Hans, rs it
| undoubtedly would otherwise have done, the
bullet only cut his err and then passed out
through the open window place. In M ill.,
slant the room was filled with smoke Hans
Coetzee clapped his hand to his heal, and
commenced to yell with pain and terror, and
in the confusion that ensucd three or four
| men, headed by the Kaflir Hendrix, III he'd
into the room and sprans upon Slias Croft,
who had retroatei 10 the wall and was stand
ing with his lack aiyainst it, his rifle, which
he had clubbcd il both his hands, raised
above his head
When his aSsalants got close to him they
hesitated, for, Ngcd and bent rs he was, the
old man looked like mischief He stood there
like lion and swung the rifle stock about
Presently ono Of the men e.rrcI ct him and
missed him, hut before he could retreat Silas
brought down tho stock Of his rife OH his
head and down he went like IN OK beneath q
poleax. Then they closed on him, but for
q while he kspt them of. knocking down ell
other man in his efforts. As lie did so the
witch doctor, Hendrix, who had been watch
Ing for his opportunity, brought down the
barrel Of his old fowling piece upon Silas'
bald head and fellcl him Fortunately the
blow was not very heavy ono or it would
havc cavea his skull In. As 1t was it only
cut his head open and knocked him down.