Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1907-11-21
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gather at ndrlng campGfeS or IN Qlngy
bunkhouses, and, although some scout
| the tale, there are others who saw 1t
and can swear to its truth. These say
| that the encounter was like the battle
of bull moose In the rutting season,
though more terrible. averring that
known in the land since the days Of
Vitus Bering and his crew; for their
rancor had swollen till at feel of each
others flesh they ran mad and felt
superhuman strength. 1t is true, at
any rate. that neither was conscious
of the filing room, nor the cries Of the
crowd, even when the marshal forced
himself through the wedged door and
fell upon the nearest. which was Glen
lister. He came at an instant when the
two had paused at arms length, glar-
ing with rage drunken eyes, gasping
the labored breath back into their
lungs.
With a fling of his long arms the
young man hurled the intruder aside
so violently that his head struck the
iron safe and he collapsed insensible.
Then without apparent notice of the
interruption the fight went on. 1t was
seen during this respite that McNa-
mara's mouth was running water as
though he were deathly sick, while
every reich brought forth a groan.
Helen heard herself crying. stop
theml Stop theml' But no one seemed
capable of interference She heard her
brother muttering and his breath COM
ing heavily like that of the fighters. his
body swaying In time to theirs. The
judge was ashy, fmbecile. helpless.
McNamara's distress was patent to
his antagonist, who advanced upon
him with the hunger Of promised vic
tory, but the young mans muscles
obeyed his commands sluggishly; his
ribs seemed broken. his back was
weak, and on the inner side of bis legs
the flesh was quIvering. AS they came
together the boss reached up his right
hand and caught the miner by the face,
burying thumb and fingers crablike
into his cheeks. forcing his slack jaws
apart, thrusting his head backward,
while he centered every ounce of his
strength In the effort to MAIN. Roy
felt the flesh giving way and flung
himself backward to break the hold,
whereupon the other summoned his
wasting energy and plunged toward
the safe, where lay the revolver. In
stinct warned Glenisfer of treachery,
told him that the man had sought this
last resource to save himself, and as
he saw him turn his back and reach
for the weapon the youth leaped like
panther, selling him about the waist
grasping McNamara's wrist with his
right hand. For the first time during
the combat they were not face to face,
and on the instant Roy realized the
advantage given him through the 9TH
er's perfdy. realized the wrestler's
hold that was his and knew that the
moment of victory was come.
The telling takes much time, but so
quickly had these things happened that
the footsteps of the soldiers had not
yet reached the door when the men
were locked beside the safe.
OF what happened next many gar
bled accounts have gone forth, for of
all those present none but the Bronco
Kid knew its significance and ever re-
counted the truth concerning It. Some
claim that the younger man was seized
with fear of death which multiplied
his enormous strength, others that the
power died in his adversary as reward
for his treason, but 1t was not SO.
No sooner had Roy encompassed Nc
Namara's waist from the rear than he
slid his damaged hand up past the 9th
ers chest and around the back of his
ueck, thus bringing his own left arm
close under his enemy's left armpit.
wedging the receivers head forward,
while with bis other hand he grasped
the politicians right wrist close to the
revolver, thus holding him In grasp
which could not be broken Now came
the test. The two bodies set them
selves rocklike and rigid. There was
no lunging about. Calling up the final
atom Of bis strength, Glenister bore
backward with his right arm, and 1t
became q contest for the weapon,
which, cIutched In the two hands,
swayed back and forth or darted up
and down, the fury Of resistance caus-
ing II to trace formless patterns In the
air with its muzzIe. MCNAMARA shook
himself. but he was close against the
safe and could not escape. bis head
bowed forward by the lock of the min
er's left arm, and so be strained till the
breath clogged In bis throat. Despite
the grievous toll his right hand moved
back slightly. His feet shifted bit,
while the blood seemed bursting from
his eyes. but he found that the long
fingers encirciing his wrist were like
gives weighted with the strength OF
the hills and the Irresistible vigor Of
youth which knew no defeat. Slowly.
inch by inch, the great mans arm was
dragged back, down past his side, while
the strangling labor Of his breath show
ed at what awful cost. The muzzle Of
the gun described semicircle and the