The Florence tribune., 1897-05-08
No Time to Waste.
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 Jim McCord weighed about TIC pounds and had scraggly whiskers.
 But for all that he was as snervy'' as any other gambler that ever lived, and would cheerfully battle with bis fists if 1 need be to emphasize his rights. And as he was an expert boxer, he seldom got much the worst of such an encoun- ter.
 | Once, travelling from one county fair in Nebraska to another, Jim found him self so reduced in pocket as to make a double seat in the day coach preferable to berth in sleeper. lie coiled up and was doing 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 bandana handkerchief covering his face, and a pistol shaking nervously in his hand. It was hold-up all right, and every one in the car with one exception sent his hands heavenward.
 McCord didn't. He was asleep.
 The man with the gun worked his way down the coach, gathering valua- bies as he progressed, until he came to McCord.
 fHerel Wake upl What have you got" the train-robber demanded. "Go' on away. Don't bother mew McCord growled.
 "Give me your money" the other in sisted, presenting the gun. , McCord was awake now.
 My friend," he said, "you may be a good thief, but you are blamed poor diagnoser. Do you suppose I'd be down here crouched like a toad in a seat if had money enough to ride in a Pullman? Go away" And he dropped back to sleep again. The train-robber was non-plussed.
 'fSay," he said, "I want what you've got. Shelf out"
 "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, tell you" [ The farmer looked up and down the car for an inspiration as to what 10 do. None came, and he again gave atten- hon to Mccord, who had by this time returned to his doze.
 live got to have your money" he said
 MeCord reused himself Well" 1" he said, "I see we are bound to come to it. Now, have not interfered with your business in this car, and it is no more than 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 monosyllable remark, and in half a minute it was raining bandana hand kerchiefs and reyolvers and hair and old clothes, and the passengers were under the cushions. In a minute Mo Cord had the farmer on the floor and was putting 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 I think we won't do that. I never in terfere in other peoples affairs. fany of you had wished to arrest this man 1 the time to do it was when he was negotiating directly with you, and not when he and I were traficking. The only thing have against him is his temporary derangement of my plans which contemplated sleep. If we keep him on board shall naturally feel g sort of responsibility for him and will bat be able to rest as calmly and re posfully as l wish. I am going k throw him of right here, and if any o you want to capture him then, wh. that's your affair, in which I shall no mix" And conducting the cuiprit t' the end Of tue ear he evieted him int, space.
 | Then he went back and curled ul