The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1909-06-06
I've come 70 fk uP my account with
you, dack BurreH BAT remarked eoolly:

| indeed ii would not have been half so
unprecedented. Nelly turned with an
air Of startled defiance, but al sight Of
DAILY S scowling face she recoiled.
"l M ready to 60, ;, she said sudden
ly. and too thoroughly cowed TO cast
hurried away to get ready for her
twenty drive. Cyrus had started
forward nervously, but I grasped his
arm and drew him back into his seat
with n whispered caution to mind his
own business. As | expected. Jack
BurrclI took matters coolly. provided
himself with another partner, and tho
cloud had Withdrawn, and the bolt had
not fallen. 1t was not until the gray
dawn was in the sky that the last Of
the reyelers drove through the cow
yard. and out across the prairie to meet
the rising sun.
But Bat Daly's vengeance was yet
TO come. and strangely enough to fall
upon the wrong man. About noon the
same day Cyrus was crossing field,
n mile away from the ranch house, when
his ears caught the sound of a swiftly
galloping pony. AS he turncd the rider
came into sight and in another moment
! Bat Daily had lcapcd 10 the ground not
| ter feet from him. He had flung the
rein over the neck Of his steamng
bronco; but he himself was as calm and
cool as though he had not ridden twenty
miles before sunrise.
I've come 10 fix up my account
coolly. If he had ragged passionately,
hls action would not have so alarmed
| Cyrus, But his deadly composure, the
| careless indifference with which he
/ held his gun in his right hand, while
his left hung loosely mt his side. was
| moro than terrifying, If was blood
curdliug. For an instant Cyrus brain
whirlcd wildly, hut through the con
fused beat OF his pulses, overmaster-
ing the fear of sudden DEATH he was
conscious of one clearly defined hope
that Jack might not arrive before
/ DAILY discovered his mistake. Jack
was too fine a fellow TO end like this.
and if DAILY killed him, Cyrus, the
bruto would probably be satisfied and
leave this part Of the country for good:
Something like sense of relief
touched him at the thought that in
this supreme moment at least he was
no coward. he was capable of self
sacrifice. He was trembling from head
TO foot, and yet there was an odd de
fancc in his voice, as he cried out;
"Shoot then, m ready
Bat Days response came quickly,
his finger pressed the trigger, and
had not died away before it was
drowned in another sharp report and
Daily staggered against his bronco with
I a bullet in his shoulder, II was only
a flesh wound, however. and with an
oath of surprise he leaped TO the sad
die and gaIloped away followed by
several other shots, none of when
reached the intended target. But
that first shot Of Jack Burrell s, as his
pony tore across the field. was long
talked Of in the vicinity. He reached
his brothers side, dismouDted. and eN.
amined him closely. Days bullet had
struck his victim in the chest. penc-
trating the right lung and according
10 physician, who luckily happened
to be near at hand attending to a COW
boy with broken leg. there was small
hope for the wounded youths recov-
cry.
When the doctors verdict was an