Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1901-07-13

means wished to have a repetition OF
the catastrophe which had happened st
Caylus. These horses belong to the
vicomte de Caylus. If our master be
a friend OF his, as may very probably
be the case. you will run the risk of get
ting into trouble"
l thought / heard. as / stopped speak
ing, a subdued muttering. and fancied
1 caught the words: "Papegot! Down
with the Guises!" But the spokesman's
only answer aloud was "Cock-a-doodle-
dool" Cock-a-doodle-doo!" he re-
peated, Tapping his arms In defiance.
Here is a cock OF fine hacklel" And
so on, and so forth, while he turned
grinning to his companions. looking for
their applause.
: / was itching to chastise him, and yet
hesitated, lest the thing should have
Its serious side, when a new actor APP
peared. Shame, you brutes!" cried a
shrill voice above us-in the clouds 1t
seemed. / looked up, n saw two girls,
coarse and handsome, standing at a
window over the stable, a light between
them. For shame! Don't you see that
they are mere children? Let them be-"
cried one.
The men laughed louder thar ever;
n for me, | could not stand by n be
called q child. Come here" / said,
bVNNSAAtA'o W NAS ia III ~ oOoA
Come here, you rascal, and / will give
you the thrashing you deserve for
speaking to a gentleman"
He lunged forward, a heavy fellow,
taller than myself and six inches wider
at the shoulders. My heart failed me
a little as / measured him. But the
thing had to be done. II I was slight. i
was wiry as a hound. and in the excite
ment had forgotten my fatigue. I
. IN taAAA frnna AIn-lA a InA1AA nl1tYNu
whip he carried. and stepped forward.
Have a car little mani cried the
girl, g~ayly--yet half in pity, l think.
"Or that fat pig will kill you!'
My antagonist did not join in the
laugh this time. Indeed, II struck me
that his eye wandered, and that he was
not SO ready to enter the ring as his
mates were to form IT. But before
could try his mettle, a hand was laid on
my shoulder. A man appearing from
I do not know where-from the dark
fringe Of the group, / suppose-pushed
me aside, roughly, but not discour-
teously.
Leave this to me-" he said, coolly
STEPPING before me. do not dirty your
hands with the knave, master. I an
pining for work, and the job will just
suit me. ! will fit him for the worms
before the nuns above a say an Ave.
/ looked at the newcomer. He was Q
stout fellow: not over tall, not over
big; swarthy, with prominent features
The plume of his bonnet was broken
but he wore 1t in q rakish fashion; and
altogether, he staggered with so dare.
devil an air, clinking his spurs and
swinging out his long sword reckless.
ly, that 1t was no wonder three or -four
of the nearest fellows gave back a foot
Come on" he cried, boisterously
forming a ring by the simple process OF
sweeping his blade from side TO side
while he made the dagger in his left
hand flash around his head. who 4.
for the gamer Who will strike q blow
for the little admiral? VIII you conn
one, two, three at once; or all together
Anyway, come on, you
And he closed his challenge with 6
volley Of trightful oaths, directed a
the group opposite.
1T is no quarrel Of yours said tn,
big man, sulkily; making no show o.
drawing his sword, but rather drawins
back himself.
"All quarrels are my quarrels! anC
no quarrels are your quarrels. This Il
about the truth, 1 fancy" was tn,
smart retort; which our champion
rendered more emphatic by a playful
lunge hat caused the big bully to skill
again.
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