The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-01-31

was fired at me, and they were evidently
waiting till they could tell whether I
was injured or not.
l now raised my pistol, took careful
aim and fred. The ball struck the man
who was holding the gun, killing him
instantly. The other with cry of rage
seized the rifle and fred three shots at
me in quick succession.
The bullets whistled near me, and one
of them struck the log behind which I
lay. This was so small that dared not
raise my head to get a return shot. I
therefore turned around, still keeping
fat on the ground, and crawled back
some distance.
The tree in falling had struck an old
log upon the ground and broken in two.
Where the two crossed each other was a
space under the broken tree through
which could see my adversary.
rapidly cleared the earth away until
could get shot at him He had run
uptsome rods nearer, and now stood par
tally behind small rock, intently
watching the point where he had last
seen me. just as 1 reached the pistol
beneath the log he moved quickly, but ]
fired, and knocked the gun from his
hands.
instantly sprang up, crying, "An-
other move and will kill you"
He turned and attempted to gain the
protection of the nearest ledge. AS
he whirled around I fired again and
he fell. 1 rushed upon him, but
he was on his feet at once and
caught the rifle. 1 fired once more,
breaking his wounded arm and causing
him to let fall the gun. 1 exclaimed, |,
''Stop, before 1 kill your
Instead of complying he answered
fercely, 81 will cut your heart out, -
and sprang toward me with a bowie
knife in his right hand. By this time
he was within reach, and made savage
thrust at me with the knife.
I sprang aside in time to avoid the
blow, and once more pulled the trigger
No shot repied-the pistol was emptyi
Ny only chance was at close quarters,
and catching my revolver by the muz-
zle l struck him blow on the head, at
the same time receiving a slight cut in
the shoulder. He fell at my feet, and
before he could move I sprang upon
him, kicked the knife from his hand,
and caught up the rifle he had dropped
in the fight.
He cried, ''Hold. I give up; don't
murder me-"
''Lie still, then," 1 said, ssand don't
move"
now ran to my dead animal, pulled
the holsters from the saddle, pushed the
empty revolver into them, and took out
the loaded one. Then I said, 'sGet up,
now"
He was a pitiable looking object, and
weak from the loss of blood. He had
been twice wounded-once in the hand
and again in the arm-while my blow
on his head had cut an ugly cash from
which the blood trickled down over his
face. took my handkerchief and made
a bandage for his arm, and by twisting
it tightly with a stick managed to stop
the blood.
I now bade the fellow go ahead, and,
taking my holsters in one hand and the
loaded pistes in the other, obliged him
to walk in front of me back to the inn
where we had stopped the night before
Of the excitement there caused by our
appearance need not speak. The near
est justice of the peace was sent for, q
coroner's jury impaneled, and the state
ment of myself and the wounded robber
taken down. I was exonerated from all
blame, the body of the man killed was
buried, and in the course of few weeks
his wounded companion was sentenced
to long term in prisons, s. Boynton
in Overland.