Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1919-04-22

appeared In the doorway. Bully Hack
ett's visage was one of those OF which
the worst dreams are made. While IL
was rendered somewhat vacant by the
absence OF his nose, one of his eyes.
and the major portion of his upper lip
unwilling sacrifices to the god of war
his expression lost none OF Its feroci-
ty on that account. and his shaggy
hair and beard gave him look that
was scarcely human.
Mr.. Hackett had been engaged on
a private foraging expedition, and
knew nothing of the happenings within
the saloon. nor saw the brakeman, as |
he came toward the bar.
'Wot's the matter?" he inquired saw
agely. Didn't ye see that freight pull
IMP
BY way of attracting his attention.
Brown struck him smartly on the part
OF his face formerly occupied by his
nose.
Eyes, an she'll lay there till she rots,
II she waits fer you TO take her out.
BY the time i git through with you.
you'll be ready to crawl In your hole"
said the brakeman. He had seen the
train crew gathered in the shadows
outside the door and now had little to
fear from the other hoboes.
Better take off your coat, because
I'm not a-goin' 70 knock you out. I'll
make you quit like a dog. so the rest
Of these gents'll see what you are"
stated Brown, removing his own outer
garment.
Hackett waited not for further adj
vice, but dashed out so viciously with
his right arm that Brown was taken
unawares, and, had II not been for the
bar at his back. he would have gone
down ANONYMOUSLY. Even so, he WAS
In an evil plight, for the tramp. seeing
his opportunity. rushed In. raining
blows on the face and body of his OPP
ponent.
Then, Indeed, did 1t seem that the
brakeman had been overconfdent In
his boasting. The other hoboes shout
ed encouragement to their champion.
and the train crew were only restrain
ed from joining In the fight by the con-
ductor, who continued to voice his be-
lief in Browns prowess.
Veteran Of hundred battles,
Browns first move was to stop the
failing arms This he did by the sim
pie expedient Of twining his own about
them. Gradually, with the apparent
sinuosity OF boa constructor, HI
wrapped his limbs about those of Tho
other, and for a moment lifted his OWL
, feet clear Of the floor. making Racket
! support the weight of both theil
/ bodies. Then, unmindful Of his strug
giles, Brown as carefully freed himself
; sending the hobo backward with
i. solid Jolt on the spot where his frs
: blow had landed.
Brown was intent on proving the
|. ory that he had long held. namely. tina
{ a man, though inwardly coward, ma
I fight with seeming bravery so long q
q the blows of his adversary have nc
the appearance of being well judge
). or aimed with accuracy; but that
II succession of blows. however light, o
a sensitive spot will make him quit
e he has the least vestige Of yello
e streak.
" During the next few minutes. Z
I iercely did Hackett assail him that II
.e brakeman was almost entirely on II
,e defensive. More than once he felt Il
a Impact of the tramp's horny fist on b
Dr. face, but he still held to his purpos
When the opening offered, his har
10 mashed out, striking with invariab
to precision the spot he had selected 4
his attack.
n Hackett manifested his displeasu
ne at this mode Of warfare. evident
an thinking that Brown acted dishont
o. ably In profiting by the absence of
st nasal feature.
For long time they fought. Meth
a. gaining the advantage. Brown W
bleeding freely from the mouth. a
et one eye was fast swelling shut; B
gh his antagonist was also badly bruis'
III the remnant OF his nose being gu
i'm raw. OF the two, Hackett seemed
by more fatigued. Excessive drink
nut had made him short-wiDded, and
lat breathed heavily. The brakeman n
mt began to force the fighting, striki
or more often in the same spot. Hack
gave RrOuDQ anu OilCt ut tlunNtu va
fer as II seeking way Of escape.
o." "Stand up an fight, why don't YOU
ing painted Brown. you claim to be
ps. champeen DO. Well, amt no kind
nix, a champeen, an here you're tryin'
his quit before ] git warmed up. w
0 a kind Of fightin do you call thatf CO
rik- on an mix II little"
lss, But Hackett had had enough.
ing spirit was gone. and he skunk back
the crowd, whimpering.
the "Stop i'm. boys; stop im,' he pie
hty ed. my heavens, my mugs broke
ing l can't fight no more"
ow- "You don't need TO be scared.
we'd satisfied" answered Brown. 81 X
Iuid you was a gutter the minute s
lied you, an | wanted to show you up
you couldn't lead these dubs into
ted. more deviltry. What'll we do with
the JIM" he asked. turning to the
rop- ductor.
al 1.-The best thing will be to lock
he | In hOx car an hand 'em over to