Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1907-12-21

the interpreters. Simon was paving
and grass into the air. With each
stroke he gave sullen rumble,
Now" proceeded Matthews. speak
ing from one side of his mouth, you
and me wouldn't jibe." He giggled
with feeble attempt at mirth. But
your sister, she's a nice little gal, and
she'd like me. I'm
He got no further nor was Dallas
given time to reply. A resonant blare
came the sound of trotting. They
turned, to behold Simon advancing.
He had jerked up the picket pin.
| Matthews saw his peril With a
curse of alarm he dropped coat and
! hat and made for the coulee.
| But to no use. The sightef that flee
ing red maddened the bull. His feet
stretched to a gallop, his broad horns
/ lowered until his muzzle touched the
grass, his tail sprang out to. the level
of his curly back. With the picket
rope kissing across his tanks and with
no eye for his mistress he bore down
upon the hapless Matthews.
"Shoot him! Shoot screamed
, Matthews. The bull was at his heels.
With quick thought he side stepped.
1t gave him a brief respite; but,
since Simon went on for a space and
then wheeled. it also cut him off from
the coulee. He tore toward the shack,
now. After him, tether whipping
among the stalks, charged the bull
Again the interpreter side stepped
just in time and with the dexterity of
matadore. But Simon was more alert
and came about like COW pony, emit
ting terrible bellows. Matthews fed
toward Dallas. His face was sickly
green. His hair was loosened and
waved backward in the sun.
''Simon!" cried Dallas as the two
went by.
Matthews was winded, and when the
bulls hot breath famed his back fol
the third time he resorted to strategy
Once more stepping aside and escap
, ing the sharp horns by less than 9
foot he followed. and, I'm desperation
seized Simon by the tail
|
denly changed to fear. His desire t,
| horn that scarlet thing became a desire
, to get rid of it. With bawl of terror
he darted this way and that, trying
, to shake himself free and swingin:
, Matthews clear of the ground. Thi
/, method failed. At once he adopted
new tactics. Believing, he raced ava.
through the corn, dragging the inter
prefer astride of the stalks, plowinl
up the earth with him, rolling him fee
first or sidelong down the rows; but
like grim death and with raucou
oaths, Matthews hung on.
Out of the corn to the coulee roa,
they went-when Simon saw the grow
at the landing. Among those tree
many Fostering buffalo fly had beel
eutwitted: there, where grapeyines tan
gled, many a mosquito mad been rub
/ bed away. Quick as a flash Simol
! made for the cut, with Matthews com
ing breathlessly after.
The interpreter thanked his stars 70
the bulls maneuver. The grove woul,
give him shelter. He could dodge be
hind friendly trunk or shin one t
safety. He
Simon had stopped to indulge Il
. more whiplash Waiting, and the arr
: weary Matthews could scarcely kee
: his hold. "Ma-a-aw, ma-a-aw" roare
the bull. Then, discouraged, he she
t forward again.
: But now fright consumed him, an
: he lost thought of scratching free G
l his tormentor. His red eyes were POI
!, ping from his curly face. His mout
:, | was wide. His tongue lolled. Wit
: great jumps he sped straight throug
l the grove.
$ 1t was all too swift for calculation
> Matthews was conscious only of
e great wind, of an invisible power thu
:. bound ljm-to timt -hnlts tail. of a du