Los Angeles daily herald., 1888-10-28

and struggling madly on the ground no
body knows. Those who stood about
and watched them say it was five min
utes. Doubtless they exaggerate. A
minute is long time under such con-
ditions. Mr.. O'Reilly says he doesn't
know ). he was too busy to think of time.
However long it was the dog gave it up
first, and turning its head, with fiercer
growl than ever, buried its teeth in the
mans right arm at the elbow. O'Reilly
still kept his grip on the dogs throat, but
could not do anything to get his arm
free.
DASH FOR LIFE.
About this time the sight of the great
crowd in the street, and the screams OF
the women who looked on from the tene-
ment windows all up and down the
block, brought Policeman John Buckley
up on the run. The policeman only the
night before had Jagged off the leader OF
the Anti Poverty orchestra in the face of
the Kisses and protests of 500 pretty
Anti-Poverty girls in Madison Square
Garden, as he thought such thing as
getting away with a mad-dog would be
easy. He pushed through the crowd,
revolver in hand, and getting as near as
he dared to the snarling brute, fired.
Having to take care lest he hit O'Reilly,
made looking for a vital point impossi-
BILE, so he just pegged away, one shot
after another, at whichever part of the
dog he could most safely hit. Four shots
had no effect, but at the fifth the dog re-
laxed his grip for moment and O'Reilly
sprang to his feet, shook OF the beast
and ran for his saloon door.
| The crowd scattered in oil dirootinpc
the women screaming their loudest and
the men shouting warnings as the dog
started to run. But the crowd was all
right. 1t was O'Reilly that the dog
wanted, and after O'Reilly the dog went.
| The saloon keeper was ahead, at the
front door, but at the rear door the dog
was so good second that if it had not
caught in the swinging doors and been
held it would have had the man again.
THIRTEEN BULLETS IN THE DOG.
| The policeman and number of other
men pursued the dog into the little
back room, and shooting was resumed.
When eight more bullets had been fired
into its skin, the animal yielded so far as
to make it safe for men to come within
clubbing distance, and with a heavy
shovel, clubs, and other weapons, the
life was at last pounded out of the mad
brute.
Before it finally yielded up the ghost,
however, it made one more victim, seiz
ing in its jaws the inoffensive little
Scotch terrier, for whom Mrs. Houlihan's 8
programme had destined the rat, that
was chained up in the back room of the
saloon and could not get out of the way
of the bulldog when it bolted in there in
pursuit of O'Reilly. The little dog was
badly bitten, but was pulled away before
it was killed. The whole fight lasted
three-quarters of an hour.
THE FRIGHTFUL INJURIES.
Meantime the injured men had been
led across to the drug store OF G. Geb.
hardl. at the corner and the druggist had
laid out his whole stock of caustic,
rolled up his sleeves and plunged into
the biggest wholesale job in the causter-
izing line that any druggist in New York
ever had. He found five wounds in all
on O'Reilly, three or four on Van DOH
Ian, and Houlihan's hand was frightfully
chewed. The wounds were treated first
with caustic, and then with carbolic acid
and by noon the job was done. The
druggist says that all the wounds were
serious, but that there is no danger of
hydrophobia if proper care is taken OF
them. Houlihan went home and to bed.
OReilly was able to be around in his
saloon as usual toward evening, and Van
Dohlan also stuck to his work.
The rat escaped.