Elmore bulletin. [volume] (Rocky Bar, Idaho) 1889-1906, 1889-10-26

My hands had got loose in the mean
time. but II didn't help me bit, for-
Icouldn't double up TO get hold o the
rope
ut was horrible situation. an
think should have disd In little
while from rush o. blood 10 the head.
but before could perfectly realize IL
In all its horrors | heard the sharp
crack OF riffs no. far away. an then
one o. the lnjuns gave the most on
arthly screech as | ever heard. an
know d thar was some sort o. skrim-
midge goin' ON above.
1.-The next minute some heavy OBJ
ject struck me on the feet an was
jest glidin' past when without know
Ing edzactly what was doin' 1
grabbed on with both hands an held
Il fast
what dye think IL WASP Hama
me. II II wasn't the Mexican hisselfl
In foolin' about the end o. the lariat
he had slipped an tumbled over tn.
edge o the rock, an had ketched
the villain. an was holdin' him by the
leg. an thar we two was. hitched 10
the lasso an holdin' on 10 the rascal
by the leg, an both swingin' head
downwards.
yell? You bet he did. never
heard sech skreechin' as that skunk
set up. A pack o. hungry coyotes
wasn't a patchin' TO IL. What hap
pened. did ye asks Wall. see hyar.
my friend. what. under them circum-
stances. 'ud be likely To happens
Pears sort as II my fingers all t.
oncest got kind o. cramp In 'em. an
was powerful weak. though sech a
thing never happened afore or since.
and they doesn't look like women S
fingers. do they?" and the speaker
held up before me pair OF muscular
hands. which he opened and shut In
a way that suggested grip OF iron
Then he went on:
AS was sayin'. the cramps some
how got into my fingers at that eyden-
ticai moment. an somehow or other
| never knowed exactly how II did
happen-the Mexican slipped out o
my grasp. an fetched up head first on
the rocks hundred an fifty feet be.
low whar nothin' ever teched him
again cept the buzzards that picked
his bones clean afore next sun-up.
Next thing | know d was bein
hau ed up. hand over hand. as slick II,
any sailor could have done IL. an
when reached the top. Bill and me
dear old Bill, stopped jest long enough
TO have u brotherly hug or two. an
then we got under kiver an look,
round for the Injuns, but blow me
thar wasn't a single varmint TO b,
seen In any direction 'cept the dea,
perp that Bill had plugged through
the head AS he came tearin' up 10 tn,
rescue
'Ye see. pard. began Bill. i fouDt
Injun sign bit up the valley. an
thought Id better come back. seein
as how ye wasn't feelin' we'll an
"Bill stopped suddenly an grew
very pale. an then ! seed he Wa
eedin' bad. AN then he slid down o.
the grass with a sort o. gasp. an
seein' how ii was. began TO loose
his shirt to git at the wound. but h
stopped me and said:
Never mind. pard. One o then
red niggurs stuck his knife into IN.
side jest began haulin' ye up. an O
course | couldn't defend myself with
out lettin' go the lariat. which u,
sent ye down to jine the Mexican. an
then the varmint took To his legs
an never mind. pard, it's all up wit
old Bill. can hardly see ye now. 10
I'm gettin blind as IA bat LAX
every thing for yer own. Thar's
cache o. mine behind the big pine tree
Yell find II by the ashes whar the fir
was b.ilt. Take il all an don forge
old Bill
IL never seed u man flick out 3
quick. The Injun's knife had gone /
deep"
The speaker was silent and locke
out OF the car window again. and
know that | am not mistaken when
J say that bis eyes were suspieiousl
! moist for few minutes. had n
J heart to break the silence. and SO LEI
him TO his thoughts; but presently b
resumed and said:
J Poor Bill II he had only left me
: take my chances he d not los: his III,
He saved mine. but he lost his own.
found the cache where the old hunte
had hidden many uf his richest fur
an five got to-day one o. the bei
cattle ranches In the State. it's a
OWN to the start the old fellow CAV
me.
Poor BIZ. buried him back ther
on that hilly slope. not far from wher
he died. an piled up the rocks for
. tombstone. twenty-five years age
come June. an that was Bills grav
! that ye saw. stranger.
"PuebloI' shouted the brakeman
I Change cars for Canyon City. III
man who had told me the stor
, ''changed. and ! saw him no more.
Captain /. c. Carleton, In Detro
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