Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1909-08-01

FER Gods sake, boy. let me kill the brute! cried
Gettysburg, taking up club.
III shoot him. I'll shoot him! I'll shoe him.
said Napoleon wildly but without any weapon in
his hands
Beth beheld and heard it ALL She was once more
standing rigidy by her tree, unable to speak
She wanted to to Van the men had run but
not to Stay the bronco only to beg the horseman not
to mount again.
She saw him push the men away and stand like the
broncos guard His face streaked with blood
his blood, jolted alike from his mouth and nose by
the shocks to which he had been subjected.
Let the horse alone!" he commanded roughly
Good stuff in this bronco somewhere Get me
bottle of water right away, big one get it FULL
His partners started at to raise objections
The Indian stood by stolidy, looking
You can't go no further, Van, you can't
started Gettysburg.
But the Chinese cook swearing vehementlv in
the language likeliest to count at once toward
the kitchen
Van was replacing the blindfold on the broncos
eyes. The animal was painting, sweating, quvering
in every muscle. His went backward and for
ward rapidly The blindfold shut out a wild unrea
sonng challenge and defiance that burned like
torch in his eyes.
Agy came running with big reddish bottle.
filled and corked
Per Gods sake Is we me kill him!" Gettysburg
was repeating automatically. Van. if you've got
respect fer yourself amt you got none left fer us
old doggone cusses.
Give me the bottle, Algy," Van replied
You're the only game sport on the ranch
Still he did not discover Beth His attentions
were engrossed by the horse. He dizzy but
dazed logged master of his forces. Up he mounted
to the saddle again. the bottle held firmly in his
grasp; "a 49, ,,;,a, J.. .;a - =. sr.as -,
Algy it who obeyed.
Damn you'll now you buck!" cried Van wildly,
and his heels gnited the volcano.
For five solid minutes the bronco redoubled his
scheme of demoniac fury. Then he poised let out
shrill scream of challenge and abruptly raised to
repeat the backward fall.
Up up he went, an ungainly sight and then-for
him the heavens split IN twain.
HE was only we'll lifted from the earth when, with
II thunderous terrible blow Van crashed the bottle
downward fairly between his and burst 1t on his
skull
The weapon was shattered with frightening thud
Red pieces of glass and streaming water poured in
doom itself had suddenly cracked. A cataclysm
could not have been more terrible. An Undesirable
fright and overwhelmed the british mind
with cloud of lead.
Down. swiftly, he dropped to his proper position
perhaps with a fear that his crown was gaping open
from impact with the sky. He was stunned by the
blow his brain, and weakened in every fiber. He
started to rum in of the thing and the being
still solid in the saddle Wildly he went round the
cove in the panic of utter defeat.
The men began to cheer, their voices choked and
hoarse. Van rode now as Fate might ride the very
devil He spurred the horse to furious, eAhausting
speed, guiding him wildly round the mountain
theater Again and again they circled the grassy
arena till foam and lather whltened the broncos
flank, chest and mouth, and his nostrils burned red
as living lame.
When at last the animal weary and undone, would
have sobered down a trot walk, Van forced him
anew to topmost speed. At least five miles he drove
him thus till the bronco Sides like the rider face
red with blood mingled with sweat.
RETH, at the climax, had gone down suddenly,
- leaning against the tree. She had not tainted
but far too weak to stand. Her eyes only
moved She watched the two that seemed welded
into one go racing mady against fatigue.
At last she beheld the look of the conquered, the
1tfer of and CLEAN
DULY from the wted pony's eyes. She pitied the
Sho had md ted h1ta few brief