Evening star., 1907-10-20

couldn't see what he was wearin'. Pick, who
was posin' round the box ready to sneak one
over when the shoof1ies got the bulls eye, lost
control of his horse. First thing we knowed,
Pick was coming right straight for me and
Steve, with the bull tryin' to put it on him.
There was some teamwork in this bull. He
says, I'm goin' to get em one at a time!
thought he had Pick, all right. Bang; Up
ag in the fence come Pick and his horse. The
bull got under to put one over the fence, and
that's what he done. Pick hit Steve in the
rathskeller and covered some ground over
me
eco on home!' says Steve when he got his
breath and hoisted the guy. You can make
it,
"'Gracious' says Pick very polite, getting
to the top of the fence and lookin' back at
Steve.
Prunes-Maudyl' Steve sings out, rub
bng his foul line, and dead hostyle because
they all give him the laugh, includin' Black
Eyes Get back in the game, you hamI
Picks pal had better luck. He had the
bull out in center field, and was jabbing him,
side stepping just in time to gel. the decision,
Bull was right on him again, when shootiy
sacrificed. Picks pal turned and just missed
the bulls eye with his spear. You oughter
heard the fans hiss. The four shooflies was
doin their best to get the bull away from
Picks pal. But he big Lacquer, he was,
built like stone school house over the Shout
ders, but smart on his feet: minded you OF
SanOOW MeTLeS. WIN Oue eye Ou iSh IL
ing to get his horse away from the fence and
the other on Picks pal, he started warming
EN- all up around the field.
"Artilleryl Artillery screams the bleach
ers an the grandstand
"tAw, Geei' we says. What d y think
@ that, They re goin' to shoot him-the
quitters!
Not on your life! says the drummer, get
tin excited. That's his name-Artillero
They all got names
"Just then we seen somethin that give us
an awful Jolt. Honest. you wouldn't believe
this, but Pick an a couple of the mule drivers
was right out in front of this pretty girl
tryin to make that old gray horse stand up
The bull had ripped big hole in his side. And
they was beatin' him and stickin' knives in
him. Hope l may die if they didn't keep on
beatin', an Pick sticking his spear in him
when he fell down again
"'Shoot that horse! yells Steve, crlrsin'
'em good. We was both standin' up with
Our hats off. l was raised on farm too.
Shut upr says the drummer. pulling us
down. They'll arrest you if you jump the
fence
Everyone else was laughin' and cheerin
even the little girls and boys. and there was a
bunch of EN- around us.
That's the best part of it for them says
the drummer.
"Come on Steve says getting all yellow
in the face. Let's beat it!
ono says; that bulls going good He
had Picks pal up against the fence now:
What l want to see is somebody get hurted
here l had both hands clinched
"There amt chance Steve says. Look
at that
ITO save his own skin Picks pal rears his
horse up, and Little Arthur put his spikes into
that poor old plug and turned them around
Picks pal got the signal and took to the fence
before the horse went down and rolled over
and over. That was enough for the two
Picks Geei What a hand they got
There was a bull, I'm telin' you that had
everything, and we was just thinking if he d
only had one good hitter to work with him it
| would been something like fair game. 1t
was up to the shoohies now to keep little
Arthur jumpin' from one side of the plate to