Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1914-12-17

| inside OF an hour.
He was rubbing and warming his
hands, and Philip came to the op-
posite side OF the stove and rubbed
and warmed his hands For some
reason he found It difficult to look
at DeBar, and he knew that DeBar
was not looking at him.
1t was the outlaw who broke the
suspense.
'Pve been outside" he said in a
low voice. There's an open in
front of the cabin, Just hundred
PAGES across. 1t wouldn't be "a bad
idea for us to stand at opposite
sides OF the open and at a given
signal approach. firing as we want
to-"
Couldn't be better" exclaimed
Philip briskly. turning to pull his
revolver from it's holster.
DeBar watched him with tenscly
anxious eyes as he broke the breech,
looked at the shining circle of cart
ridges and closed 1t again.
Without a word he went to the
door, opened it, and with his pistol
arm trailing at his side, strobe off
to the right For moment Philin
stood off looking after him, queer
lump in his throat. He would have
liked TO shake hands, and yet at
the same time he was glad that
DeBar had gone in this way. He
turned to the left-and saw at
glance that the. outlaw had given
him the best light DeBar was fac
ing him when he reached his
ground
Are you ready?" he shouted.
Ready" cried Philip.
DeBar ran forward, shoulders
hunched low. his pistol arm half
extended, and Philip advanced to
meet him. At seventy PAGES, with
out stopping in his half trot, the
outlaw fred, and his bullet passed
in a Kissing warning three feet over
Philips head. The latter had plan.
ned to hold his fire until he was
sure OF hitting the outlaw in the
arm or shoulder but a second shot
from him, which seemed to Philip
almost to nip him in the face,
stopped him short, and at fifty PAGES
he returned the fre.
DeBar ducked low and Philip
thought that he was hit.
Then with a fierce yell he darted
forward, firing as he came.
Again, and still third time Philip
fired, and as DeBar advanced, un-
hurt, after each shot, cry of amaze
ment rose to his lips. At forty PAGES
| hA IN ht,I1'
three times out of five, and here
he missed a mani At thirtv
held an unbeaten record-and at
; thirty, here in the broad open, no
still missed his man,
, He had felt the breath of DaBar's
/ fourth shot, and now with one cart
, ridge each the men advanced foot
b. foot. until DeBar stopped and
deliberately aimed at twenty PAGES.
> Their pistols rang out in the one re-
y port and standing unhurt, A feel
ing of horror swept over Philip as
he locked at the other The out
I laws arms fell to his side. Hia
Y empty pistol dropped to the snow,
and for a moment he stood rigid.
r with his face half turned to the
gloomy sky, while a low cry OF
grief burst from Philips lips.
\ In that momentary posture OF De-
+ Bar he saw, not the effect of q
v wound only, but the grim, terrible
rigidity OF death. He dropped his
r own weapon and ran forward, and
a in that instant DeBar leaped to
\ meet him with the fierceness of q
II beast.
q 1t was a terrible bit of play ON
DeBar's part, and for moment took
:. Philip off his guard. He stepped
7 aside, and. with the cleverness OF
II trained boxer, he sent a straight
cut to the outlaws face as he closed
4 in. But the blow lacked force, and
, he staggered back under the Others
= weight. boiling with rage at the al.
vantage which DeBar had taken OF
him.
The outlaws hands gripped at hts
~ throat and his fingers sank into his
- neck like cords of steel With a
! choking gasp he clutched at DeBar's
, wrists, knowing that another minute
= "a half-minute of that death clutch
would throttle him. He saw the
:, triumph in DeBar's eyes, and with
. last supreme effort drew back
his arm and sent terrific short
arm punch into the others stomach
= The grip at his throat relaxed
> A second. a third. and fourth
blow. his arm travelling swiftly II
! and out, like a piston-rod, and tn,
= triumph in DeBar's eyes was re
- placed by a look OF agony. TIL,
- fingers at his throat loosened still
more, and with sudden movemen
Philip freed himself and sprang bacl
- a step to gather force for the fina
~ blow
The move was fatal, Behind hin
lQ lIn hnnI cnnnht In q snnw nmntharn.