The San Francisco call., 1908-05-31

skirts, Chuck is away from home, all
right. FL gamble he's miles from
here
Don't blame me, Billy,' remon-
strated Tib. Maybe they're not SO bad
as the posters describe. Finer swore
they We're absent. Any way, they
haven't hurt us yet.
Just then Chuck himself strobe
through the gang, six foot and half
in height, If an inch, and rudely placed
his hornlike fingers beneath my boyish
chin, and spralned my neck by making
me lift my head heavenward.
Then in quaint English he asked
what we wanted and why we wanted
it. Tib artlessly said we were looking
,for gold, and at that the big misnomer
snapped his teeth and gave an order to
his squat followers. In 4 second we
were fiat on our manly backs with our
pockets turned inside out. When they
struck our treasure trov.a | thought
they would succumb to an unwhole-
some anger. while Chuck, dancing UP
and down, believed for US to tell where
we had found color.
lib refused until we had come to
some agreement as to our safety. whis-
pering to me that if we could only daily
with Father Time for two or three days
the relief expedition would probably
find US. The chief. who. despite his
good Scotch name. looked fully Injun.
calmly produced a disquieting hunting
knife and said if We didn't tell inside
of a fraction Of minute our chances
for entering into any treasures We
might have accumulated in the mission
ary's heaven We're very good.
After we are dead. reminded Tib,
softly you'll never know
This struck the half breed as being
closely related to exact truth. and he
reluctantly put up his toy and ordered
some OF his babies to tote us into q
hut. AS We were shouldered along
Tib stopped short and cried Hark,
Hear. that. Billy? It's child crying.
and a white child or l never managed
circus.
Mr. Chuck growled something
naughty and slapped the old chaps
face. whereat lib displayed seven diff
ferent angry colors and we were hus-
tied away from the neighborhood of
the plaintiff wailing. The missionary S
kid. ] reminded in whisper
That night our rudy host visited
us again and tried TO wrench the
secret of the lest lode from our un-
willing bosoms. If you don't tell |
am TO whip YOU each day with these
he said. thrusting forward two cast
iron palms. each as large as seals
fipper Then he made a few savage
passes near our respective heads as
an intimation that when the blows
fell they wouldn't be mistaken for
thistledown. And we both observed
that he was no novice with his dukes
What class is he in. Billy? in
quired Tib drowsily as l tossed on my
skins unable to close an eye. Think
he must be in the 10 ton class. Thinks
he's g fishter--out of date. antique
rolling guard could - and the
old fellow WAS sound asleep
I'm the morning Chuck bounced in
and point blank demanded me to tell
where we had found tile fakes. | had
no sooner refused than | got Jolt
that for causing consultations had a
midwinters sky backed from the
heavens. That agitated Tib. who
sprang forward. only 10 be measured
beside me by a neat left hook ! was
so angry shed few vain tears
There is something so extremely hu-
initiating in a mans saucy fist
NO cutting he grinned. turning te
go. But lots of times | do this with
these. and he admired his huge pads
proudly.
After he had left us rib collected
his head together and tried 10 think
How was that solar piexus blow
giveng he suddenly asked
Why, | groaned. nursing my jaw
he simply uncoiled his arm anr
thumped me-
No. no, said lib, pettisllly. i near
in the picture We were showing Finer
where the man with head like bear
knocked out a tall. angular shrimp
Il explained iistlessly, and was an
noyed when he began going through
with some physical culture stunts It's
so different he observed, duckine
nimbly and sparring at the center pole