River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1889-08-15

count Of those half-starved wretches,
should think. However, If you are
afraid, by all means say SO; | have no
doubt that can replace you"
To a Suggestion so worded only one
reply could be made. and Cazaril made
it sullenly enough. lie knew very well
that, if il came to a stand-up fight, the
Spsniards could have no sort of chance;
but he was equally well aware that
they would never risk such a thing,
and he was certain that robbery was
their object. You and l." he said.
pri' ately to the porter, "must take it
in turns to keep watch every night.
Once let these scoundrels catch the
three of us asleep and we shall be
three dead men, you may be sure.
To be proved wrong is never agree
able, but what is much worse is to APP
pear to be wrong when you are really
right all the time. This was the
Notifying fate of Cazaril. who could
not find it in his heart to rejoice when.
two days after the guidance of the
Spaniards had been forced upon him,
Dick Bolton shot bouquetin. To any
one conversant with such matters it
was manifest that this piece of luck
was in no way due to their knowledge
of sport or locality, for their ignorance
of both had been exhibited half
dozen times in as many hours
Dick stretched himself out luxuri-
ously upon the hard ground, with his
feet toward the bivouac fire, and was
soon wrapped in a slumber more sweet
and deep than any that those who
sleep in beds can ever hope TO enjoy.
He was aroused from it by terrific
yell, followed by n sound of flying foot
steps; and then, before he had half
collected his wits, he found himself
fighting for his life.
BY mere force of instinct he grasped
his rife and, clubbing it, struck down
one Of the Spaniards who had sprung
upon him, while at the same instant
the long knife of the other was
plunged sideways into the muscles of
his back, infiicting a wound which he
scarcely felt. In point of physique he
was more than match for his assail-
ant. but the latter was wiry. active
and had bewildered Dick, who was
still half asleep, and who was again
stabbed in the arm, while blow
which he aimed at the would-be assas-
sin spent itself in the air and very
nearly landed him upon his face. At
his feet lay Cazaril, gagged and bound;
the porter. who had taken to his heels,
was already far away; and it is by no
means certain that Mr.. Bolton would
ever have seen his native land again if
"a this iuucture an invaluable ally had
not come to his assistance.
The Duffer. like Cazaril. was
heavy sleeper; unlike Cazaril, he had
the misplaced confidence which all
bull-headed dogs have in the integrity
of the human race. Probably, there
fore, he did not suspect foul play until
he saw his master struck; but as soon
as the true nature of the situation
dawned upon him he threw himself
unhesitatingly into the fray. With
one bound he landed upon tho Span
iard's chest, and the next instant ne
had the fellow hard ard fast by the
throat. What followed can hardly be
called a struggle, inasmuch as victory
from the outset was assured for the
right side, and, of course, it is easy
enough to fell a half-throttled man.
Yet even the easiest of victories is not
to be won without bloodshed, and al
though Dick Bolton could not accuse
himself of having acted with any lack
of prOmptitude, he had 20 sea the
Spaniard's knife plunged again and
again into his faithful servants body
before all resistance collapsed. When
he was kneeling upon the PROSTATE
body of the foe he said: ''All right.
DufTer. old man, you can let him go
now But the Duffer still held on.
There is but one way of making
bulldog relax his grip, and this Dick
was forced. somewhat against his will,
to employ; because, however much a
miscreant may deserve death. it is al
ways a little embarrassing to have his
dead body upon your hands, But the
Duffer, poor fellow, did not require
great deal of choking, and perhaps it
was not the pressure of his masters
knuckles that caused him to give
long-sigh and roll over upon his side
on the grass. For some minutes Dick
could pay no attention to him. he
himself had lost a good deal of blood
and was beginning to feel faint; also
he had to cut the cord by which Jaz-
aril's arms were bound and utilize it
to secure his prisoner. But when that
was accomplished, and when a hasty
examination had been made of his
wounds, and the craven porter had
been duly mathematical. he remem-
bered to whom it was due that he had
escaped more or less unframed from a
very ticklish emergency.
Upon my word" he exclaimed.
that cur of mine has more stuff in
him than any one would have sup
posed! He's as ugly as sin and the big
gest fool out, but I'll be hanged if I'll
ever be ashamed of him again.
After glancing at him Dick hastily
snatched up a piece of burning wood
from the fire. The red light fell upon
the pool of blood in which he was
lying; he was still alive. but there was
no need to possess Mr.. Belton's veter-
mary knowledge in order to see that
nothing could be done for him. With
a sorrowful ejaculation, Dick dropped
upon his knees beside him and kissed
his head. 1t was the first time since
the Duffer had come into his possession
that he had done such a thing, and it
may be hoped that this somewhat tardy
token of affection soothed the last mo-
ments Of its recipient, who wagged his
stump of tail feebly. and almost i'm
mediately afterwards expired. w. L.
Norris. in Philadelphia Press.
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