The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-02-05

, and you'd work a blum on ne, did you?
com 10 Spvar me On al IciClr. NUN, you
rCOi -0ulIINdn , tone became a drJ me-
| Jaillc--'Sou Wlsgte a nalr ana IA XIII
you. My gun mas not been OUT al VIII
Ter IT'S Ieady Tor business. Just OF
the hip; hot as buckwheat. Now don [
90 the stase-eye act on me, nor try any
football oIves-and leave that sucker
OF yours alone. You might cut some
body with it. No thank you, I'll help
myself Straighten up, now, and turn
your back. See here, Are you going
II do as / tell you, or shall L fix your
hide so that they'll tan it for chair bot
toms? Jump lively now, or III fix you
so full OF lead that you'll assay for
LealviIle ore and it'll take the coroner s
Jury twenty-four hours TO count the
holes Still. | don't want to Kill you; it s
a dirty Job and 1 would rather walk
YOU into town than haul you there on
your back.
"Oh. don't go frothing now and sass
me bach like that. OF course, I'm fes-
tive Who wouldn't be, with a $4,000
winner-hold on there FiVe-thOusand
dollar gold mine, as 1 was sayin', in
your own self as a standing reward for
Black Jack. N-no, my dear sir. n sin
gle jump into my latitude and I'll plug
you. Post office robber, huh? And
gathered in by Uncle Samuel himself
in the person of your humble striker.
Lord. L amt talked so much since
speech-makin' over good luck come into
fashion. Oh. yes. l know you. No; it
amt no lie, either. I have your circu-
lar description here in my pocket, right
next my heart to tack up in every mail
window between Empire and Hot Sui
phur. You're wanted, wanted bad;
five thousand dollars worth of bad, too;
and I've got yOu-and incidenty L in
tend TO keep you. Now drop that cleaver
of your'n and Skinny on down the trail
there, or you'll have troub-"
\ mile above a conclusion jolted the
cliff terrific echo TO the pistol shot.
Down came the slide-Gently at first
SO far away it seemed only as wide as
ones hand In an instant the snow shot
from under the two men, The enemies
fell fiat A mile of snow, bristling hail.
like with root-tOrn pines, laundering
down the slope. Sullivan and Black
Jack. fOrgetful of each other, were
tossed whirling in the air, and fell back
into the grinding chaos. Yet the piece
of ice on which they lay was thick and
solid. laced and interlaced with tough
brushwoOd frozen in. This woven acre
rode the avalanche like a shed.
An hour later a mountain lion sneaked
over the wreck. A hill of snow, ice,
broken stone and spIintered logs
damned the gulch- Away to the top
of the range the track of the slide lay
like scald. Miles away, high in the
air, a cloud of white dust was floating.
All nature was hushed aS if frightened.
y screeching eagle went Tapping far
away From under the ruin a wolf
howled dismally; then weaker and
weaker - a piteOuS whine - silence
BerthOud had struck a terrible blow:
and humanity-where were the men?
The panther was hunting; his nose
had found them, but not his jaws. Set
Ting himself he dug. As the famished
brute raked a log 10 one side with his
gaunt paw he heard a groan within an
inch of his ear. Whirling he flashed up
the mountain side a streak of yellow.
But his work was done. From the shall
low hole Sullivan appeared. chalk white.
his face a CHASTITY blue He struggled
carefully, then desperately, to free him
self; but when he stopped. exhausted.
only his head and shoulders showed
above the snow.
Pinned down-dead-my last trip