The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1909-11-30

meanwhile giving voice % The most
startling and blcod-curdlins cowboy
yells.
Never had Wet Dog seen or heard
anything like a.. Do stared aEhast.
HIS knees trembling. and eyes pop
ping out OF his head or a truth
must he be crazy. or bcwitchcdi But.
as he stared. the yellow Wig slipped
from its last hair-pin. and SCARED re-
joicingly through the air.. The yan-
ishing head OF shorty smith was
therefore barred 20 the public. and
Wet Dog swore again. and set again.
as he realized how ne had been dupod
by HIS cowboy enemies. The other
OF them. he could see. was riding
close behind. and oh horrors --
held a cooked .3S Colt pointed
straight at him! But the chief. who
had not even knife on his body.
gave forth one warning shout 20 Lily
maid. The squaws. however. having
with horror viewed the yellow scalp
locks Of the fleeing white woman. and
the lack of effect of Lily-maid's bull
lets Gall blank, OF course), in turn
made a wild stampede for the ella
banks, emitting wild yells OF terror
at every jump. Wet Dog fairly
groaned aloud as he caught a glimpse
OF their fleeing backs
or course. he could only throw up
his hands. What else can one do
when confronting leyeIed. cooked
pistol? And very soon Wet Dog
found himself dismounted. disposed
OF his beloved pony, handcuffed. and
tied stoutly TO a cottonwood-tree
Thence he could only glare impotent-
ly at the actions OF Limping Jimmy.
who leisurely placed his own saddle on
the pony Blue-Jay, and arranged lead
ing ropes on the other horses, mean
while keeping up a running mono
logue on the doping of ponies, with
many pointed illusions TO Apache
habits in general, the characters Of
Apache chiefs and many other things
too numerous and profane for me to
even hint at. Then, with n patroniz-
ing wave of the hand, off loped Jim
my.
InJun must excuse my hurried de-
parture," he stated, sweetly, FOR my
partner, ahead there. Mr.. Shorty
Smith, ain't no hand at countin'. and
he might slip up on them there tur-
quoises. Besides. Mr. Smith has been
ridin' side-saddle fashion for some
days, and is probably some played
out. So, adios, chief. Coin down to
Gold Gulch any time soon? See you
there later. them"
In this manner did Limping Jimmy
square himself with Chief Wet Dog
And late that same night. unpursued.
and safe over the Arizona border.
two hysterical cowboys undisguised
themselves, and a very nervous gray
horse with one white leg. which had
been painted pinto, and otherwise
fixed" with artistic, but very unnat-
tering eve neck. This same horse
later won several thousand dollars
worth of races, with a close second in
fleet Indian pony by the name OF
Blue-Jay.
or this, old Wet Dog never knew.
for he died shortly after his adven-
ture with Limping Jimmy. The res
ervation agent wrote down his death
as due to heart-failure, but the
squaws whispered otherwise. 1T was
white mans medicine" they MUIR
INJURED. For had they not themselves
seen the white squaw's hair come off
her head and fly through the air, and
had not Lily-maid's bullets gone
through her body and never killed?
Natural causes. indeed They had
seen, and they we'll knew. OF a veri-
ty was the white r,ap'r ,,o5fci,,,
powerful .-Argonau