Waterbury evening Democrat., 1904-10-06

{ uergnDornood presently, suddenly dropped backward off his seat and squatted for protection behind the far side of the box.
 "McShane, assuming the obedient air of the man who knows that be is bulged. stuck his left arm up. and made move as if to point upward with his right, too But he didn't stick the right up. He went, instead, for his right-hand gun-and it was lightning movement, at that. But it wasn't lightning enough, notwith- standing.
 "Nat broke McShane's right shoulder with ball before the man from the Santa Anita country could get his right-hand gun clearedfor action. Aiken vaulted with one hand over the side of the box, and in something less than two seconds he had McShane dis ! armed.
 Couldn't help it. nohow, Bill,' Aiken explained to the wounded man ! as he and the greaser loaded him into the dray to take him for treatment to the office of the sawbones down the street, 'an so you don't want t take
 
 given you better chanst, only just nachully don't like t stand t git sieved up hull heap by boys full O cactus medicine f'r tn wages I'm a-gittin,, an that's fac'.'
 Three days later Jim Munson, the foreman of bunch of shafts to the south of the camp, got a letter from one of his eastern wives that touched him on the raw. Jun jumped the reservation over the receipt of that letter, and Jim was sure enough bad when he got busy with the dreanlings of the coils
 Two hours after he'd come in from the claims and descended upon the camp Jim was jumping on his hat in the middle of the street, with both guns out, and yelling that the flock of grizzlies that had the gizzard to tackle him would have to have their claws ground to a razor edge with alligator files, and that l even then he would tear their teeth out of their jaws with his naked hands.
 Then Jim constituted himself sort of battery of light artillery parked at 1 the head of the street for he took up his position on sandmound and swept the thoroughfare with both of his guns every l time he saw careless or unsuspecting man emerge from groggery. "Jim had kept the street deserted for ! about half an hour from his coign of l vantage on the mound, and he was in l forming the baking breeze that was blowing that he, James Munson, esq. was a gray desert wolf that preferred ] to lap strongly impregnated alkali water | ~s~ ., freshest spring when pair of knobbed and freckled hands holding a couple of blue steel guns and a>cowlicky red head, all belonging to man lying close to the edge of the roof of the Morning Star l honkatonk, were seen by some of us sitting in the barber shop across the street. Nat had got into the place from the rear and climbed toithe roof. We were waiting for Jim to go away from I that mound before we ventured into the street.
 Mats position, lying flat there on the ! roof and overlooking Jim's mound, was . pretty good one.
 "'Oh, Jim!,, Nat called softly down to the panting Munson.
 "Jim looked up with an expression of ! mystifcation in the direction whence l he had heard the voice, and, shading his eyes with his hands, he saw Mats 1 hands and head
 Don't wan t shatter you all up none, Jim,' remarked Aiken In kindly tone, but what want t know is air you a. l goin' t be good now?'
 For reply MT. Munson announced that he was a double-fanged sand moo casin, and that the pizen was bilin' in him, at the same time snatching for his weapons.
 Mat let Jim down easy. He knocked him over with flesh wounds in both of his thighs, and then he sprang through the roof scuttle, raced down the steps, and when he got to Munson Jim was sitting in the mound feeling of his wounds, with his guns lying alongside him.
 'The real Durangoites were willing to let Nat have it after that, and the only people he had to trim from that time were outsiders that drifted into the camp"-Washington Star.