The St. Johns herald., 1897-04-24
No Time to Waste.
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TChiCasO Record.
 Jim McCord weighed about 10 pounds and had scraggly whiskers. I But for all that he was as "nervy" as any other gambler that ever lived, and would cheerfu!ly battle with hIs fists if need be to emphasize his rights. And, as he was an expert boxer, he seldom got much the worst of such an eneoun- ter.
 Once, travelling from one county fsir in Nebraska to another. Jim found him. self so reduced in pocket as to make d double seat in the day coach preferable to berth in sleeper. He coiled up and was doing a fair job of work at sleeping when the train stopped with jerk, seven shots rang out. and at the door of the coach appeared rough-looking young farmer ,with.a bandana handker- chief covering his face, and a pistol shaking nervously in his hand. It was hoId-up all right, and every one in the car with one exception seat his hand heaven-ward.
 McCord didn't. He was asleep.
 The man with the gun worked his way down the coach, gathering valua- bles as he progressed, until he came to McCord.
 ''Here! Wake up! What have you got?" the train-robber demanded.
 "Go on away. Don't bother mel'' McCord growled.
 "Give me your money" the other in- sisted, presenting the gun. McCord was awake now.
 "My friend" he said, you may be good thief, but you are a blamed poor 1 diagnoser. Do you suppose I'd be down here crouched ike a toad in a seat if I had money enough to ride ir a Pullman? ! Go away" And he dropped back to 1 sleep agaIu-
 The traiu-robber vas uon-plussed.
 "Sly, P. sfid. |'T want what you've 1 gos. oiIoIi OtU.
 If you don't quit bOthering me and | waking me from an uneasy but valued sleep" said McCord, "you will regret it seriously, Go away, 1 tell you "
 The farmer looked up and down the car for an inspiration as to what to do. None came. and he agaIn gave atten- tc McCord, who had by this time retur- ned 10 his doze.
 "I've got to have your money" he said.
 McCord reused himself. "Well," he l. T k- Now, have not enterfered with your business in this car, and it is no more
 han right that you should refrain from mixing in mine. My business is to get some sleep. But you intrude yourself, and we will have to settle the matter once for all."
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 It was his fist which made the last monosyllabic remark, and in half minute It was raining bandana hand- kerchiefs and revolvers and hair and old clothes, and the passengers were under the cushions. In a minute Me- Cord had the farmer OF the floor and was batting his head against the iron uprights of the seats. Several of the other passengers came forward, and wanted to help tie the fellow up, and take him on to the next big station.
 Thanks, gentleman, said Jim, but 1 think we won't do that. 1 never in- terfere ln other peoples affairs. If any of you had wished to arrest this man the time to do It was when he was negotiating directly with you. and not -h0~ ha end T were traG-ekiug The only thing 1 have against him IS his : temporary derauZCueut of my plans. which contemplated sleep five keep min. ... board -r-'. DHfTrotts feel a. sort of responsibility for him and will l ont be able to rest as calmly and repose- fully as 1 wish. l am going to throw | him of right here. and if any of you want to capture hIm then, why that's | your flair, in which shall not mix" 1 And conducting the culprit to the end of the car he evicted him into space. 1 Then he went back and cured up and | was in a moment blissfully asleep.