Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1916-03-03

the big fingers relaxed, and the rife
fell Gathering to the floor. To my sur
prise, the fellow laughed.
well. I'll be damned" he chortled.
you hereT"
ognized him-Jem Taylor, old Ned
Cowan. drew a quick breath. my
teeth clenched. my arm steady. This
encounter was going to prove no boys
play.
Put down yer popgun, boy. an take
it easy-the blame thing mout go OF. |
reckon as how we all hav'n't got |
nuthin' ter fight fer. hav' we? How
Their Sam Hill did yer ever git yere?'
Now watt" broke in coldly. "You
stand just where you are. | am not
sure whether you know me or not;
but | know you, Ned Cowan-I know
what you did at Hot Springs. and how
you took me along SO as to make 9th.
ers believe | was guilty"
'Shucks. lad; twas no more than
a fair fight"
1T was cold-blooded murder, Cow
AMI" exclaimed Indignantly. the cul
mination Of feud"
Huh who told yer that?"
stepped aside. but still held him
under the muzzle Of my revolver. The
change In posture brought the man
face to face with Noreen; ! saw him
lean forward and gaze at herr then
recoil. as though he viewed ghost.
She never moved, never spoke.
Good Lord!" he muttered. els that
Harwood's girl? Why. Anse's out
huntin' after her now"
He stopped, cursing Hercely TO him
self. His eyes shifted their gaze from
the face of the girl to mine. They
were narrow cat eyes. cruel and cum
ming.
Il reckon amt seen oil Harwood's
gal afore in maybe Ave year." he said
slowly, but she has sure growed up
fine. Anse took after marrying her
furst list ter spite Harwood, but since
he seed her a while back he's sorter
took notion he wants her hisself.
reckon l don't blame him. Thet's
why he wouldn't wait, but set out ter
night. No, don't reckon, young fell
Ter, it's no particular risk. Yer sojer
an don't Jest understand how we fight
out yere in the mountings. We Jest
strike quick. an then git away. 'Tain't
so much of a trick Anse is APPLYING
at over at Lewisburg. Sure thar's FIVE
hundred Yanks thar; an II thar wus
five thousand it wouldn't make no
great difference the way the guard is
sot. The Who'll blame caboodle is
camped in the courthouse yard. an
the only picket is at the main FORD o.
the Green Briar. Yer never saw no
body, did yer, gittin' out yere?"
mo" / admitted, realizing his init
mate knowledge. 1.-THE camp is poorly
protected"
Il reckon it is, and Anse knows
that just as well as you do. An he
knows the gal yere had room at ther
hotel. Thar is where he went, amin
fer ter raid the shebang Just before
daylight" He laughed again mirth
lessly by God, but Anse will be
some mad when he finds out whut has
happened. l reckon he'll bout cut yer
heart out"
HE will have to get me first"
ooh, don't yer ever worry none
bout tibet, young fellar Anse will
sure git yer; he knows every bride
path cross these mountings, an
wouldn't give q continental damn
fer no chance you've got fer ter gil
away. He's a tiger cat on a trail
Anse is-an besides the blame foo
wants the gal. He amt no Cowan i
he let's you beat him outer her"
He glanced quickly across my shout
der toward the door. Perhaps sh.
moved; perhaps it was all magma
ton, but thought heard noise. anC
wheeled partly around, my eyes fol
] an instant deserving old Cowan's face
] It was his one chance, and he took 1t
| sensed the spring, even as Noreent
cry Of warning broke the silence, blu
p not in time to escape the grip of thu
old mans iron fingers. His bod,
t crashed against me with such fore,
that | staggered and fell; one han,
/ closed like wise on my throat. tn
/, other gripped the stock of my re
O volver, crushing my fingers hfeless.
f. struck the edge OF the table, sirius
1t Cling vainly to keep my feet, It wen
IF over with a crash. bearing us bot
c along, old Ned atop. clutching fiercel
to keep his hold, his eyes bIazin
d madly down into mine. As we struc
IS wrenched my hand free and pulle
the trigger. The shot seemed to blaz
b across my own breast, burning lik
r fire. and, the next instant, the man
to knee crushed my wrist to the foo
v. and the revolver fell from my b.
,e benumbed fingers.
rs seem to recall little of what 70
IS lowed; only a confused recollection {
le desperate struggling amid the legs {
It, the overturned table; of oaths, blow
ly of eyes glazing revengefully into min
It. seemed to lose all knowledge. a
n. consciousness, under the merciles
is throttling of those hard fingers. The
ed suddenly they relaxed caught
as quick, reviving breath, another. Ever
ed nerve in me throbbed; could &c
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