Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-03-16

me. The gun was under my legs, and
I remember that my dazed wits tried
to devise means for getting hold of it.
AS MY senses gradually came round I
was aware Of great conflict about me
and over me. Gillespie was engaged
in a hand-to-hand struggle with the
sailor and the cabin shook with their
strife. The table went down with a
crash, and Gillespie seemed to be
having the best of it; then the Italian
was afoot again, and the clenched
swaying figures crashed against the
trunk at the farther end of the room.
And there they fought in silence, save
for the scraping of their feet on the
puncheon floor. I felt a slight nausea
from the smash my head had got, but
began crawling across the floor to-
ward the struggling men. It was grow
ing dark, and they were knit together
against the cabin wall like single
monstrous. swaying figure.
My stomach was giving a better &C.
count of itself, and I got to my knees
and then to my feet. I was within a
yard Of the wavering shadow and could
distinguish Gillespie by his white
trousers as he wrenched free and flung
the Italian away from him; and in
that instant of freedom I heard the
dull impact of Gillespie's fist in the
brute's face. AS the sailor went down
I threw myself full length upon him;
but for the moment at least he was
out OF business, and before I had sat
isfied myself that had firmly grasped
him, Gillespie, blowing hard, was
kneeling beside me, with rope in his
hands.
Il think" he painted, IT should like
champignon sauce with that steak,
Donovan. And should like my pota-
toes lyonnaise-*he pungent onion is a
squirting tonic. That will do, thanks, for
the arms. Get of his legs and I'll see
what can do for them. You oughtn't
to have cut that rope. my boy. You
might have known that we were going
to need it. My father taught me in
my youth never to cut a string. I
want the pirates knife for souvenir.
I kicked it out of his hand when you
went bumpety- bumpety. How's your
head?"
II still have it. Let's get you out
side and have look at you. You think
he didn't land with the knife?"
mot bit of it. He nearly squeezed
the life out of me two or three times,
though. What's that?"
HE gave me jab with his sticker
when he made that flying leap and I
guess I'm scratched"
Gillespie opened my shirt and dis
closed a scratch across my ribs down.
ward from the left collar bone. The
first jab had struck the bone, but the
subsequent slash had left nasty red
line.
Gillespie swore softly in the strange
phrases that he affected while he
tended my injury. My head ached and
the nausea came back occasionally.
sat down in the grass while Gillespie
found the sailors pail and went to
fetch water. He found some towels
in the hut and between his droll chaff-
ing and his deft ministrations I soon
felt fit again.
"Well, what shall we do with the
dago?" he asked, rubbing his arms and
legs briskly.
1--WE ought to give him to the village
constable"
That's the law of it, but not the
common sense. The lords of justice
would demand to know all the why
and wherefores, and the Italian consul
at Chicago would come down and make
a: fuss, and the man behind the dago
would lay low and no good would
come"
when will Holbrook be back?-
that's the question:
well, the market has been very
feverish and my guess is that he won't
last many days. He had a weakness
for 1ndustrials, as I remember, and
they've been very groggy. What he
wants is his million from Miss Pat,
and he has own chivalrous notions of
collecting It,"
We decided finally to leave the man
free. but to take away his boat. Giles
pis was disposed to make light OF
the whole affair, now that we had got
OF Win cur lives. We searched the.
hut 1or weapons and ammunition. and