The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-02-02

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wound got red again and swcled, and
he was stupidcr than ever. Louie had
on Il sock the rattlcrd have had to
80 through that he might have spent
bit Of his poison there that gives
Louie sort Of chance. Does it
hurt you, now, I.ouic?'
"NO, boss no, not hurt.
The swelling was spreading; going
up the ankle and right up the leg, and
the man began to talk slowly and pain
fully
81 remember said Jock. Going
along a ridge Of terrace on ii steep
river bank The river was full Of
sharks. and met brown snake com
Ing alon@ the ridge towards me.
There wasn't room to turn, and !
couldn't take to the river, for the
sharks, and hadn t gun. But my
pal coming behind had gun, and he
roke1 the barrel in between my lcys
anl blrw Tie brute TO bits.
is that true, .Jock?' asked.
My heaven. dyou think I'd lie at
such time as this?' with glance at
Louie face.
Are yol getting sleepy, man." he
said then, as Louie did not answer,
he took him under the arm. Signal
ing me to do the same on the other
side (, we kept him moving bctweca us
up and down and round the tent.
From time to time we made him drink
more brandy. lie had taken half
bottle, but it seemed to have no effect
on him.
"lt stimulates the hearts action,
you know. Jock explained, "just as
the poison goes to stop it, but strych-
mines the best, acts as nerve tonic.
It's deal to do with the nerves. this
snakc-bite business.
We heard the little ground owls be-
gin whistling to each other from the
mouths Of the squirrel holes away
down in the plain, and the bats and
moths began to come out as the sun
sank out Of sight. They brushed our
faces as VIC continued to march the
Mexican to and fro. Presently | left
the work to Jock, and rugged up pine
torch for signal light on the pole
which | took from the wagon. The
job took some while, but at length
got the light fairly faring
Look at his face" Jock whispered
to me as came back to him.
1t was shocking sight under the
Pickering rays. swollen, distorted,
livid. The mans arm was swollen,
too, Us l felt when l took my place to
support him. His movements were
lcthargic and heavy, 80 that wonder
ed that Jock, unaidcd, could have
kept him moving so long.
Give him more brandy" Jock
directed, more that's it-he's had
nearly a!l the bottle. There's e
chance" he went on presently 81
really believe there is. l thought
he'd have been dead before now.
Maybe he don t mean dying after all.
A white man'd have been dead half an
hour ago.
II wish the doctor'd come
mighty little good wishing
The weary tramp went on. Twice
had to rcplcnish the beacon torch,
and once more We gave the Mexican
guir Of the brandy, which finished the
bottle. AS was fixing the torch for
the third time. heard shout down
the canyon. I answered with all my
might, and in a few minutes Jim
Kelly and the doctor rode into the
circle Of the flarng light.
Alivc?' the doctor asked.
Alive, yes said Jock "alive,
aad that's about all. lie cant
speak
What have you given him-bran-
dy? That right. How much -
''R bottleful'
"Right and you We kept him awake?
That it.. lie wont die nov. Won
derful fellows, these Grcascrs. He'd
have died before this if he meant dy.
ing. Lets see the wound
The candle burned as quietly in the
still air as in room. The Mexican
foot was swollen 80 that it scarcely
looked like human member but in
the midst of the purple swelling was
white circle with the little blue
mark. plainly evident, for it's center.
The Mexican seemed to feel no pain,
even when the doctor handled the
wound aud pressed it upward with his
fingers.
"Hold the candle close" he said.
cts blamed strange" he added,