The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1913-06-01

asked amiably.
you We got a ripping nerve.''
| 81 know it.
HWhat 8 your name7p
"Shockley. -
"Can you dance7''
| "No.''
1t was Peg Legs opportunity. He
drew his gun.
"I reckon maybe YOU can. Try it, -
he added, pointing the suggestion with
the pistol Shockley looked foolish; he
didn't begin tripping soon enough, and
n bullet from the cowboy S gun splin-
tered the Dashboard at his feet Shock
| ley attempted to shuttle. To any one
who didn t know him it looked funny.
But Peg Leg was rough dancing mas,
ter, and before he said enough an or
dinary man would have dropped ex-
hausted. Shockley, breathing a good bit
quicker, only steadied himself against
the bar.
"Take off your hat before gentle
men, cried the cowboy. Shockley hes
itated, but he did pull off his cap.
That's more like it. What's your
name7"
"Shockley7" echoed Reynolds with a
burst of range amenities. "Well,
| IShockley, you can't help your name
Drink for once in your life with man
of breeding-my names Reynolds. Pat,
set out the good bottle-tbis guy
pays exclaimed Peg Leg, wheeling to
! the bar.
Of Shocl1ley, as he deftly slid row
la
2Ginger ale for me,r suggested
Shoclley mildly. The cowboys put up
single yell. Ginger ale! It was too
funny.
Reynolds, choking with cont tempt,
pointed to the yard-master s glass.
1'sFill it, Patti he repeated, as Shock
ley leaned undecidedly against the bar
The ward master held out the glass. and
the barkeeper began to pour. Shockley
looked at the liquor moment; then
gun in one hand and red water in the
other.
"Drinkl"
Shockley paused, looked again at the
whisky and drew the glass towards him
with the curving hand of drinker.
''You want me to drink this7' he half
laughed turning on his batter.
"I didn't say so, did [? ] said
DRINK roared Peg Leg.
Everybody looked at Shockley. He
stood lingering the glass quietly. Some
at Shockley, He glanced around at the
crowd: other guns were creeping from
their holsters He pushed the glass
back, smiling,
II don't drink whisky. partner, -
said Shockley gently.
"You'll drink that whisky, or III
put little hole into you! -
Shockley reached good naturedly for
the glass. threw the liquor on the floor,
and set Ii back on the bar.
"Go on!" said Shockley. 1t confused
Reynolds.
ga man that II waste good whisky
oughtn 4 t. live anyhow he muttered,
fingering his revolver nervously.
''You we spoiled my aim. Throw up
your hat, he yelled. "I'll put hole
through that to begin with"
Instead, shockley put his cap back
on his head; "Put a hole through it
his glass, and Shockley waited; it
was the cowboy who hesitated.
"Where's your nervei" asked the
railroad man, The gun covered him
with a fash and roar. Reynolds,
Whatever his faults, was shot. His
bullet cut cleanly through the crown,
and the powder burnt Shockley g face.
The switchman recovered himself in.
stantly. and taking off his cap laughed
as he examined the hole
"Done with METZ he asked evenly.
cap in hand
Peg Leg drained his glass before he
smoke 'fGet out!i he snapped The
switchman started on the word for the
front door, When be opened it, every
body laughed-but Shockley
Maybe an hour later Reynolds was
sitting back of the stove in card
game, when voice spoke at his ear.
HGet up,' Reynolds looked around into
pistol; behind it stock Shockley.
pleasant "Get up!' be repeated. No
body had seen him come in; but there
he was, and with an absolutely in
fantile gun. mere baby gun, in the
yellow light, but it shone like bright
silver.
Reynolds with visible embarrassment
stood up, "Throw your cannon into
the stove, Reynolds, YOU won't need
it, suggested Shockley. Reynolds
looked around: there appeared 10 be
no hopeful alternative; the drop looked
very cold: not cowboy interposed, I'm
der convoy Reynolds stumped over to
the stove and threw in his gun, but
the grace OF the doing was bad
"Get up there on the bar and dance;
hustle,v urged Shocklev. But thew
had te help the confused cowboy; and
when ne stood shamefaced, looking
down on the scene Of his constant tri-