The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1911-11-16
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the tone than the language, became
aware of thin ray of light pene
trating the seemingly solid wall just
In front of me. and bending silently
forward could dimly distinguish the
eliptical head of Bungay as he applied
one eye to small opening he had
industriously made between the logs.
Grasping Mrs. Brennan firmly by the
hand so that we .hould not become
separated. crept across the interven-
ing blackr css. and reached his side.
Holy smoke, Cap" the little man
mrttered in suppressed excitement. as
he realized my presence. ITS goin'
ter be b'ilin' hot in thar mighty soon.
Mariar's steam is a risin'."
He silently made room for me. and
bending down SO as to bring my eye
upon level with his. ] managed 70
gain some slight glimpse of the scene
within the cabin.
Mrs. Bungay stood with her back
to the fireplace. an iron skillet firmly
gripped in one hand. Her face was
red with indignation, an' there was
look in her eyes, together with
defiant set to her chin. which prom
Used trouble. In front of her. care
lessly resting on the table, his feet
dangling in the air, was sturdy
looking fellow of forty or so, with
red, struggling beard covering all the
lower hall of his face. and weather
worn black hat pulled so low as al
most to conceal his eyes. His attire
was nondescript. as though he had
patronized the junkshop Of 10th
armies. In his belt we're thrust re-
volver and a knife. while within easy
reach of his hand musket leaned
against a chair Two others of the
party. younger men, but even more
roughly dressed than their leader.
were ioulging between him and the
door.
Bungay chuckled expectantly.
20 Lord! If they only git the OF
pered hoarsely. jumping up and down
on one foot in his excitement. they'll
hev Their fight of their life"
DO you know the fellnws?" | asked.
rs tina. Red Lowrie?"
He shook his head
Never laid eyes on any OF 'em
afore. but we bet they're no good.
Reckon they're n part O. his crowd"
The man who posed as the leader of
the party picked up the empty cof-
fee-pot beside him and shook 1t.
Come, now. Mrs. Bungay." he COM
landed, 81 tell you we're hungry. so
trot out some hoecake and fill up this
pot, unless you want t. reckon with
Red Lowrie"
The woman stood facing him. yet
never moved. I could see a red spot
begin to glow in either cheek. If /
had ever doubted it, knew now that
Maria possessed temper Of her own.
You amt TO Re. Lowrie," she re-
torted.
The fellow laughed easily
mo more | aim, old woman, but
reckon we amt so durn far apart
when it comes to getting what we go
after. Come, honest now, where is
the little white-livereL cur that runs
this shebang?"
Whatever Maria mioht venture to
privacy of home, 1t evidently did not
soothe her spirit to hear him thus
spoken of by another.
IF Jed Bungay wus hum" she an
swered fiercely, her eyes fairly blaz-
ing, II reckon you would mt he sprawl
in on tibet thar table fer long"
Wouldn't |. now Well. old hen,
we've fooled here with you about as
long as J care to. Bill, go over there
and put some Of that bacon on to fry
If she doesn't get out of the way I'll
give her something to jump for" And
he patted the stock of his gun.
Instinctively ! drew my revolver,
and pushed its black muzzle into the
light under Jed's nose.
Shall give him a dose?" asked
eagerly
Not yit; o Lord. not yit!" he ex-
claimed. dancing from one foot to the
other In excitement. Let Their oil
gal hev show. | reckon she's good
Ter Their whole three of em, Tess they
shoot"
Bill came up grinning. He evident
ly anticipated some ful, and as he
reached out grimy hand for the slab
of bacon, took occas sion to make some
remark. What 1t was could not hear,
but noted the quick responsive flash
in the woman's eyes. and the next
instant with crash she brought the
iron skillet down with all her strength
on top of the fellows head. Without
even groan he went plunging down.
face foremost. in front of the fire. In
another moment she was battling like
wild fury with the other two.
1t was quick. intense struggle. The
man near the door CHANGED to be the
first in, and he received a blow from
the skillet that most assuredly would
have crushed his skull had he not
lodged; as 1t was it landed upon his
shoulder and he reeled back sick and
helpless. BY this time the fellow with
the red beard had closed upon her.
and wrested the skillet from her hand
Struggling flercely back and forth
across the floor. Maria tripped over
the body Of the dead dog and fell,
but as she did so her fingers graf ped
the red beard Of her antagonist. 1t
yielded to her hand. and bare of face.
save for dark moustache. the man
stood there, painting for breath. above
her. Then suddenly. almost AZ my
very ear, voice cried.
Frank. Frank! | am here