The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-08-30
By EWELL 70 RID
Copyrighted BY the Associated SUNDAY Magazines incorporated

the tail TIMBER. he mas woke Up from
his snooze and is squattin' in front of
the fire maxim himself cup of coffee.
For a first call, he was actin righHat
home. l sneaks TO the front door and
holds up a lighted mach, just as Leon
idas has said, and then / goes back and
butts in on the Terror of the Range
legs.
Joe" says I. didn't hear you say
SOmethin' about your just achin' TO get
a whack at real. sure enough Injuns?'
Joe don't deny it. He's ready TO go
over the whole story again; but / cuts
him off.
Then your chance has come at last"
says l, land you'll never have another
like it as long as you live"
He looks kind of suspicious. and
wants to know how.
How" saws l. why. there's In
juns around this house this very min
ute I've come to get you to help me
wipe 'em out. They're band that was
brought on from the plains 30 go in a
show; but they must have got away
from their keepers. for they're cavort-
in around outside like so many red dew
lis. There's no tellin when they'll
break IN and scalp all these helpless
women folks"
"Injuns?" says Joe. II don't believe
no such burned yarn"
You DON'T" SAYS /. Listen to that
then, There it goes again! Hear e.
Say. Leonidas didn't run Sagawa
show two seasons for nothin- Them
war whoops the way they was handin'
em out would have done credit TO old
Sittin' Bull himself.
Come on. joel" says I. We've got
to drive 'em off or die in the attempt"
But Joe didn't make any grand rush
to get at 'em. AS near as | could judge
by the symptoms. he was gettin ner-
vOus.
I'D like to-" says he; but I amt got
= Weeping of any kind about me. nothin.
but my hunting knife. and if they're
real Injuns l wouldn't stand no show
AT all. Now. if / only had my old deer
rife. or even A pistol
Here you are; take youE pick says
l. flashin' q couple of OverSrown Colts.
I've got a box of cartridges. too. Come
on, There goes their yell again. Gee
but I'm glad you're here. I'll follow an
old Injun fighter like you anywhere.
Come let's rush 'em!"
Id got him by the elbow and was
pushin' him out the front door by That
time: so il was a case of must 1t was
a mighty nice moonlight night, but
there was so many BUSHES and trees
around the grounds that the shadows
were plenty and black.
Cit behind one of them trees, quick!
says Joe, all excited
So we makes a run for il; but we had
Mt got half way before there came
bang, bang. and half a dozen bushes
was lit up by flashes.
oh lordy. lordy," groans Joe. and
then he streaks il for the tree like he
was a hundred-yard champ.
Cit OUT" says he. when / comes up.
Go find tree of your own"
Not much,' says |. I'm goln' 10
stick by you and watch the slaughter.
Why don't you get busy?'
I'm waitin' to shoot at some of them
flashes" says he.
He didn't have to wait long. Thev
opened up again, and Joe lets drive
back. And say. I'll be hanged If he
want goin' about it cool and business
like. He might have been some scared
at first. but the minute ne gets to work
| his nerve comes back, and he acts Ike
| a man who means 10 do good job
| Course. he didn't know that nothln out
Fourth of July ammunition was beln
burned. and | begun to see that behind
| all that bluff there was some real grit
There" says Joe. crackin' another
shot. I'll bet a doughnut one of them
| pesky redskins bit the dust them"
| | guess it was lucky for them Catta-
raugus braves that Joe was shootin'
nothin' but powder.
Look OUT says I. They're crawlin
up on us"
! Blamed if it want better'n anything
! Buffalo Bill ever put on to see them tur-
key tail bOnnets wrigglin' along. and
the moonlight shinin' on the pistol bar
rels Dodge has spread our his crowd
so that they had us cut off from the
house, and was clOsin' IN gradual.
Joe. he lets fly a couple of times: but
when he don't see any OF 'em tumble
over he don't know what to make Of
| it, He stands il a couple of minutes,
and the next thing / know he heaves
up a yell you could have heard forty
blocks. and starts over the sod on the
jump. 1 keeps on after him the best
can, and the whole bunch trails after.
shootin' and yellin' TO beat the cars
1t was hot pace he was settin', and we
left 'em behind like they was all stand
in still.
Joe was headed towards the station.
and by the time I'd got there he has
turned over the baggage truck and has
his knife out. preparin' for the last
stand. / knew Dodge had called off his
crowd at the gates and had gone back
to let Mrs. Pell into the game.
| ITS all over, joe" says l.
| He wouldn't believe il for a spell:
but after he'd listened and couldn't
hear anything. he SINNERS down.
! How many do you reckon it was that
| killed." says he.
Il lost count" says I, but you put
up as gamy a fight as I ever saw. "a
an Injun slayer. Joe. you're all right.
Want 10 go out and see II you can gath
er few scalps for soUvenirs?''
| No" says he. IT can't wait. I've got
to go back up to the lakes"
So | telephones for 'em to send down
his traps. and starts him north on the
next train that comes in. Purdy Pell
gets off one car just as Joe climbs in
another
Hello there. professor" says he.
What's up now"
"Nothin' much" says I. only we've
been givin' the folks little outdoor
| melodrammer.
Where is Caribou Joe?" says he.
Him" says l. The Terror of re
Rangeleys? Oh. I've just loaded him
into the smoker there. He's goin' back
to the woods to tell em about the Battle
of Rockywold."
Then we goes up to the house. where
Mrs Pell is givin' the basket makers
a swell midnight spread. and everybody
has a lot of fun tellin how scared Joe
was But say. / amt so sure he didn't
come pretty near maxim good his bluff.
after all.
ALWAYS A WAY.