Cameron County press. [volume] (Emporium, Cameron County, Pa.) 1866-1922, 1903-06-25


sive throat; the heavy blanket slung
negligently, gracefully about his stall
wart form; his neither limbs and feet
| in embroidered buckskin, his long
lashed quirt in hand; here stood, al
| most confronting him, as fine spec
linen of the warrior of the plains as
it had been Trooper Kennedy's lot
| to see, and see them he had-many a
time and oft.
How, john" said he, with an Irish
| mans easy insolence, "Lookin' for a
chance to steal somethin'-is it?"
And then Kennedy was both amazed
| and enraptured at the prompt reply
in the fervent English of the far
| frontier.
go to hell, you pock-marked SON
| of-a-scut! Where'd you steal your
| whisky?"
For five seconds Kennedy thought
| he was dreaming. Then, convinced
| that he was awake, an Irishman
scorned and insulted, he dashed into
the attack. Both fists shot out from
the brawny shoulders; both missed
the agile dodger; then off went the
blanket, and with two lean, red,
sinewy arms the Sioux had ''locked
his foeman round,' and the two were
straining and swaying in a magnifi-
| cent grapple. At arms length Pat
could easily have had the best of it,
| for, the Indian never boxes; but, in
| a bear hug and a wrestle, all chances
favored the Sioux. Cursing and strain
L f4r 4, IL.
Connaught and wild Wyoming strove
for the mastery. Whisky is a won
derful starter but a mighty poor
| slayer of a fight Kennedy loosed
| his grip from time to time to batter
| wildly with his clinched fists at such
sections of Sioux anatomy as he
could reach; but, at range so close,
| his blows lacked both swing and
steam, and fell harmless on sinewy
back and lean, muscular fianks. Then
he tried a Galway hitch and trip, but
his 1.-THE antagonist knew trick
| worth ten of that. Kennedy tried
| many time next day to satisfac-
| torily account for it, but never
with success. He found himself
| speedily on the broad of his back,
gasping for breath with which to
keep up his vocal defiance, staring
| up into the glaring, vengeful black
eyes of his furious and triumphant
| foeman. And then in one sudden,
awful moment, he realized that the
| Indian was reaching for his knife.
Another instant it cleaned aloft in
| the moonlight, and the poor lad shut
| his eyes against the swift and deadly
blow. Curses changed to one word
| less prayer to heaven for pity and
| help. He never saw the glittering
blade go spinning through the air.
| Vaguely, fainting. he heard a stern
| young voice ordering Hold, there!"
| then another, silvery voice, crying
something in strange tongue, and
was conscious that an unseen power
| had Ioosed the fearful grip on his
| throat; next, that, obedient to that
| same power-one he dare not ques-
tion-the Indian was struggling slow
| 1y to his feet, and then, for a few
| seconds Kennedy scared away into
| cioudland, knowing naught of what
was going on about him. When he
came to again, he heard a confused
murmur of talk about him and grew
dimly aware that his late antagonist
was standing over him, painting still
and slightly swaying, and that an
officer, a young athlete, was saying
rebukefh words. Well he knew him.
as what trooper of the -th did not?
Lieut.. Beverly Field; but, seeing
the reopened eyes it was the Indian
again who sought to speak. With
| uplifted hand he turned from the
rescuer to the rescued.
/ ITO Be Continued.I