The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1894-05-31
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might be looking for Rogers before
/ the day was over.
They did not have long to wait
| The Mexican's anger was made tiercel
and more cunning by few drinks OF
bad whisky, Rogers, too, was drink
ing, and as usual, Dragging about his
fighting ability. Finally the two men
turned up side by side against the bar.
Rogers was at the climax Of tale OF
gore, when the Mexican, with sneer,
remarked:
"Umph. 1ou tinka you fight"
Fight? Why, you half breed greas-
er, l can eat you up blood raw" said
Rogers, with a vicious grin. You
wouldn't make "a
You fight! Fight nowr yelled the
Mexican, with a yell of hatred
With that he snatcned heavy
Mexican army revolver from his belt.
Rogers jumped forward and knocked
the weapon from the Mexican's hand,
but before he could pull his own gun
the Mexican tripped him. and both
rolled on the floor under a billiard
table, There they cheWed ears and
tore about, each unable to draw his
weapon. The faro game IN the mean
time had stopped, and the spectators
We're scattered about waiting for the
men to get on their feet and begin
shooting. The shooting did not come
and it is probable that no other com
bat IN the West ended like this The
Mexican, as 1.-THE and quick as a pan
ther and quite as treacherOus and
blOodthirsty, knew that the fight must
end quick II he was to win, for ROg
ers was much the heavier and strong
er. The guns being out Of reach, he
employed his animal instinct. With
quick move he threw both hands on
Rogers arms, darted for the mans
thlOot and fastened his glistening
teeth in the flesh. A yell Of horror
came from the lookers-on, hard men
as they We're. They jumped for the
Mexican, but We're too late. When Il
blow on the head with a gun knocked
him from his victim, squirt Of blood
shot from Rogers throat. Rogers
never moved. his jugular had been
severed; with scarcely a gasp he died.
The crowd soon recovered from the
scene, the bar was lined up, and the
checks at the game was rafting away
as merrily as usual. The Mexican
was hustled away 10y the city marshal.
Later he was released and got the
customary twenty four hours to get
out Of the country. He took the hint
but got no further than Helena. where
he was killed.
This was excitement enough for one
day. even IN Fort Benton, but there
was more III store. After the general
verdict that perhaps the authorities
We're neglecting business, and that
man eating should be confined to can
nibals, the crowd scattered to the
river 1t was a fine morning in the
spring. The first boat Of the season
had churned its way around the curve
of cottonwood trees and was drawing
up to the levee. When the gangplank
dropped over the muddy waters there
was a loud hurrah from groups Of
dust-covered freighters, merchants
whose prosperity warranted the bring
ing out Of their families, and tender
feet who had reached the land Of their
golden dreams. Nobody noticed a
fine looking old man wearing long
linen duster and a wide brimmed
white felt hat such as you see on the
proudly poised heads Of Kentucky
gentlemen. With the crowd of pas
sengers lie worked his way through
the sands of Front street aud along
the levee TO the Overland. He may
have made few passing inquiries at
the hotel desk to old Uncle Pete No
Ian, the : landlord Information on
that points lacking, But there are
a half dozen old timers left in Fort
Benton who Will tell you what hap
pened at the other end Of the room
when the old gentleman stopped short
in front of the game and sent curl
Gus glance toward the lookout's seat,
where Ross was sitting.
He shaded his hat to be sure that he
saw right, his eyes shone, and in a
quick, deep voice he said
John John, is that YOU"