Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-10-15

.Yella You bet he did. never |
heard sech skreschin IS that skunk |
set up. A pack o. hungry coyotes
wasn't patchin' TO 1t. What hap
pened. did ye ask! Wall. see hyan.
my friend. what. under them circum-
stances. 'ud be likely to happens
Pears sort as II my fingers all 70
oncest got kind o. cramp in EN-. an
was powerful weak. though sech
thing never happened afore or since.
and they doesn't look like women's
fingers. do theyr and tbs speaker
held up before me psir Of muscular
hands. which he opened and shut in
. way that suggested . grip OF iron
Then he went on:
AS was sayin'. the cramps some
how got into my fingers at that eyden.
tical moment. an somehow or other
I never knowed exactly how It did
happen--tbe Mexican slipped out o
my grasp, an fetched up head first on
the rocks q hundred an fifty feet be-
low whar nothin' ever teched him
again 'cept the buzzards that picked
/
Next thing / knowd / was bein'
hauled up. hand over hand. % slick as
any sailor could have done It. an
when reached the top. Bill and me.
dear old Bill. stopped jest long enough
to have brotherls hug or two, an
then we got under kiver an looked
round for the Injuns, but blow me
thar wasn't single varmint to be
seen In any direction 'cept the deat
perp that Bill had plugged through
the head "a he came tearin' up to tht
rescue.
".Ye see. pard. began Bill, 1 found
Injun sign bit up the valley. an
thought I'd better come back. seein
as how ye wasn't feelin' well. an
..Bill stopped suddenly an grew
very pale, an then seed he Wa
b.eedin bad, an then he slid down o.
} the grass with q sort O gasp. m
seein' how it was, began to loose
his shirt to git at the wound. but b
! stopped me and said:
/ Never mind. pard. One o ther
: red niggurs stuck his knife into m
side jest began haulin' ye up. an {
3 course | couldn't defend myself witt
. out lsttin' go the lariat. which u
d sent We down to jine the Mexican, al
t then the varmint took to his leg
g an'-never mind, pard, it's all up wit
+ old Bill. can hardly see We now. 4
I'm gettin' blind as a bat fal
r every thing for yer own Thar's
e cache O. mine behind the big pine tire
y YEN find it BY the ashes whar the fl
Il was built Take it all an don forg
q old Bill
4 II never seed a man flick out
10 quick. The Injun's knife had gone
8. deep"
The speaker was silent and look
al out of the car window again. and
IA know that | am not mistaken when
D. say that his eyes were suspicious
o. moist for few minutes. ! had !
" heart to break the silence. and SO Il
ii him to his thoughts; but presently
resumed and said:
a poor Bill! If he had only left me
nd take my chances he'd not lost his Ii
he He saved mine. but he lost his own.
n found the cache where the old hum
cit had hidden many Of his richest fu
AL an five got to-day one o the b
as cattle ranches in the State. it's
mt OWN to the start the old fellow ga
nv me.
a Poor Bill! l buried him back thu
on that billy slopA. not far from wh'
-as he died. an piled up the rocks TO
ma tom bstone, twenty-five years al
ds come June, an that was Bills grs
ast that We saw, stranger.
ALT ..Puebloi" shouted the brakem
as "Change cars for Canyon City"
lis man who had told me the ST.
of ..changed" and l saw him no more
zed Captain l.. c: Carleton, in DetI
at Free Press.