The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1892-11-05
cLurcH1No AZ HIS pRRAsr.

ION Of the country and wearing SLOUGH
hat that well shaded his facr ID left one
to guess at the character OF the wearer,
"Ticket to Cameron" was all he said as he
stepped to the window, and receiving his
piece Of cardboard retired to dark corner.
where he sat down.
might have paid a little more attention
to his appearance had he not been shortly
followed, first by party of six or seven
rather hard looking customers, who were
evidently under the influence of missouri
lightning" and a moment later by three OF
four ladies with escorts. Ono of the gang
of roughs commenced using language tha.
was moro expressive than elegant, and
had no other recourse but to 20 over anil
demonstrate with him. Somehow as !
stepped across the room the feeling came
over me that was to have trouble, and a
little tremor Of fear passed up and dowr
the seam of my waistcoat.
However, kept bravely on, and in
gentle and gentlemanly way reminded him
of the fact that there were ladies present,
and it was necessary for him to modify his
language. His friends sided with me and
attempted to keep him quiet, but without
avail, aud they finally arose and went on;
on the platform, expecting Of course that
he would follow. With drunken perverse-
ness, however, he remained, and his talk
growing more and more vulgar forgot
my fear. became mad, and walking over
to the tough seized him by the collar, and
before he had time to offer any resistance
had thrown him outof the door and on tho
platform, whore left him in the hands Of
his friends.
A half minute later saw what made my
hair stand ON end. In the door stood the
man had thrown out. pistol In hand and
ready to shoot. Were you ever under fire?
Do you kno,sIwhat It Il to stare death IN
the face and i1alise that within the next
second bullet will 60 blowing through
your body and but the tick OF watch
separates you from etcrnityi In moment
! Thought Of every incident In my life, aid
closed my eyes to receive the leaden Mes
senger that would send me, fearfully un.
prepared, into the great unknown. Almost
instantly two shots rang out, sounding like
the reports Of cannon In that small room.
felt sharp twinge In my right knee, snd
then all the animal In my nature was
aroused and I thirsted for blood. We
always kept revolver In the money
drawer, and with quick lunge through
the ticket window reached II and turned
TO kill, II possible, the man who had fired
at me. was too late. He lay on the floor
clutching At his breast, from which the
blood was flowing in crimson stream.
His revolver lay beside him. Over In the
corner sat the man with the slouch hat.
revolver In either hand, but mot movinga
muscle or giving 4 align.
The friends Of the apparently dying man
rushed In, and seeing me standing with
revolver In my hand reached for theirs TO
avenge their companion. AT the Arst
movement . quick, sharp voice rang out
from under the slouch bat In the corner In
no undecided tones.
THE man that pulls n dead mani" and
the words were emphasized By the click OF
the two gums that covered the party. No
one pulled" but they looked sullenly at
the man who had dared single handed to
call them down.
There was an awfnl pause Of . few SEQ
onds; then the rough nearest TO the stran-
ger, after close scrutiny, spranR back
with The exclamation. Jesse James. BY