Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-23
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NY aal3st Jesse. Il hurts % 6ssa4
fully. Yss. 10 lett"
Ny knife ripped her ridinC.hoot
clear. The old red bandanA from my
Asek made her . vet bandage. and the
boot top served for . splint. There
was no call 70 tstl her the foot was
broken. and the fainting flts ssssd
my job. Between whites she woall
tell me to hurry, knowing that the re-
turn Of that damned colt would show
Trevor which way she'd run. had
no weapon. 30 II Trevor happened
along with the .l6 revolver it wouldn't
Be healthy.
couldn't leave the loads OF ore on
my ponies. and If got Mrs. Trevor
mounted with her foot hanging down,
she'd lose tiue swooning. SO I un-
loaded all the ponies except Jones and
Swift. who has big heart for travel
Next I filled one Of the rawhide pan
niers with brush. and dashed it across
Jones' neck for back rest. A wad
Of Pine brush made a seat between
Jones panniers where mostly carry
my grub. Hosting Mrs. Trevor on
to the mares back was pretty mean
Job. but worst Of all had to lash her
down. For chafing gear to keep the
ropes from scorching. I had to use
my coat, shirt, and undershirt, 20 that
when mounted Swift to lead Oh, I'd
only boots and overalls, and Mrs. Ire
vor could see was blushing down to
my belt. Shocked? Nothing! Great
ladies doesn't shock like common
people. No, In spite of the pain-rack-
ing and the fear-haunting. she
laughed. and it done me good. She
said I looked like Mr.. Polio Belvt
deary. dago she'd met up with in
Italy. Dagos are swine, but the way
she spoke made me proud.
Washing day after supper.
We weren't more than halfway
down to the river when we heard Ire
vor surging and yelling astern, some
where's up on the bench. At that
broke to a trot. telling the lady to let
out howl the moment it hurt beyond
bearing. I wonder what amount Of
pain is beyond the bearing Of real
thoroughbreds? That lady would
burn before she'd even whimper.
Nearing the ferry my innards went
SICK for the punt was on the far
bank, the man was out Of sight, and
even Jones wouldn't propose to swim
a river with cargo Of mineral and
deck load. As We got to the door Of
Browns cabin. Trevor hove In sight.
I lep' to the ground, giving Jones a
hearty slap on the off quarter. which
would steer her behind Browns cab
in; then with one jump ! grabbed oil
man Browns Winchester rife from
its sings above the hearth, showed
home two cartridges from the mantel.
rammed the muzzle through the win
dow.pane, which commands view up
the trail, and proceeded to take stock
Of Mr.. Trevor.
The mans eyes being stark staring
mad. 1t was sure fact he'd never
listen to argument. I waited. follow.
ing with the rife until the horses
shoulder widened out. giving me q
clear aim at the heart.
The horse finished his stride, but
while was running to the door he
crumpled ana went down dead, the
carcass sliding three yards before 1t
stopped. As to the man. he shot q
long curve down on his back in
splash of dust, which looked like a
brown explosion. His revolver went
further on whirling, until q stump
touched off the trigger. and its bullet
whined over my head.
Next thing I heard was the rapids,
like church organ finishing q hymn.
and Mrs. Trevor's call.
You've killed him?"
"No, ma'am, but he's had an acct.
dent. I'll take him to the cabin for
first aid"
Trevor was sitting up by the time
I reached him. He looked sort Of
sick.
Get up" said I. remembering to
be polite in the presence Of . lady.
Get up. you cherub."
Instead Of rising, he reached out q
flask from his pocket. and uncorksd
to take little nourishment. flicked
the bottle into the river, and assisted
him to rise with my foot. my poor
erring brother" said I, please step
this way, or I'll kick your tail through
your hat"
He said he wasn't feeling very well.
SO when I got him into the cabin.
let him lie on Browns bed, flashing
him down good and hard. gave him
stick to bite instead Of my fingers,
which is private. Now" said l.
your name is Polecat. You're due
to rest right there, Mr.. Polecat, until
get the provincial constable" I
gathered from his expression that
he'd sort Of taken dislike to me.
Swift and the mare were grazing on
pine chips beside the cabin, and Mrs.
Trevor looked wonderfully peaceful
Your husband" said I, rs resting"
She gave me wry laugh. and see
ing she was in pain. poured water
over her foot.
That's better" said she. how good
you are to met"
Old man Brown was coming across
with q punt. mighty peevish because
I'd dropped horse carcass to rot at
his cabin door, and still worse when