The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1892-01-08

uucnec was On The wnn. FOR 4 bsy
/, tsoNn knee was thrust quickly M
from the sand. and hlg brown han.l
cintched the ugly knife al the COYOTES
side; bnt the hand fell. and the noble
red man snored an.
| Dnbs tried on the car,r;dg. belt and
became an Indian. All bu, the indis-
pensabIe knife. and he concluded 70
borrow that from the sleeper. whose
fingers had lost their grip on the buck
horn handle
Its biggern NOMINEES butcher
knife. amt il. Gay?~ the young savage
asked, a. he grasped the handle Of the
devilish- Hooking blade. Now you
'tand over we're an Ill get hind Wis
wock. Ven you tum along. an I'll
jump out and kill you"
| Gay demurred-
| % it's on'y make bleve. vese kind
o Injuns don kill nobody" and he
stuck contemptuous finger towards
the innocent Coyote. Its on'y Paches
at kills. an vey's none yound here.
mommie says I'm Pache, 20 you
better look out"
IL was dubious sport for Z az. and
when Il came to the killing part she
screamed Justify.
You've woked him up an pooled il
all. said Dnbs, in tone OF accusation.
Now he'll want his knife
Sure enough, the Coyote-That Bites
did shake his brown legs anu arms
quite vigorously. but the last two big
swallows Of mescal held him down.
SO. after turning over. and burying his
hatchet-like face in the sand. he lay
quiet again.
When he had thus turned over. was
brought into view the rifle. which had
been concealed by his dirty blanket
Dubs eyed the weapon with COW
etous eyes He could not Withstand
| the temptation of feeling il all over,
standing i; up ON its butt and trying to
shoulder it. but this last feat he could
| hardly accomplish. Just what il was
that kept his fingers of the hammer
and trigger. and prevented q sound
that would surely have brought the
Coyote 10 his feet with yell. am
sure ! cannot tell. but Dubs played
with that fascinating weapon for nearly
an hour. while Gay poured sand over
the cartr idges. hiding nearly all OF
/ them from view
| By this time the suns rays were on the
I long slant and the children were very
hungry. BY this time. too. the Apache
was growing restless. fer the mescal
bad nearly lost its grip upon him a
train laundering by. or. much less, .
swift brushing against his black
foot. spider dropping on his leg. or
cvcn.a big fy buzzing at his ear-any
of these would have set his demon
| force into play again.
But the children could not wait for
such demonstrations as these. though
why il did not occur 10 Dubs that the
Coyotes ear needed tickling with a
grease-wocd twig. the Lord only
knows The wind was up and the
wires were murmuring louder than
ever The wee ones had sported in
the black shadows long enough-had
played with the fang, Of the deadly
serpent until they were tired and their
| stomachs were empty. so they set of
on trot for home.
| Just a. they turned the bend and
came in sight Of the low roof Of the
station. a dust devil swept by the
rocks where lay the Bites
lie jumped 70 his feet. grasped his
empty sheath. gave mad whoop and
stared about in feverish rae. There
was his knife. half covered by the
sand. and there was his rifle. far from
his side Here was the cartridge belt.
empty. and all about him in the sand
were countless little footprints
4 a bcwildcred look stole over his face,
but Il passed away when his eve rested
on the empty demijohn- The express
sion that replaced il was one Of de-
moniacal ferocity. and tho lust 81
slaughter lay heavily upon him. But
the cartridgcs-wherc were they lie