Perth Amboy evening news., 1922-11-03
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passion for such stupidity.
SO he pass, this ros-biff godda'n
Johnbull . . Me, L roll him in
there Je ne sails pas pourquoi.
Then 1 put out the fire aud
leave"
; Quintana let his sneering glance
=, rest on the dead a moment. and his
thin lip curled mmemorial con-
tempt for the Anglo-Saxon.
Then he Invested himself CT the
basket-pack which he had stolen
from the Fry boy.
"Alors," he said calmly, sit has
been Mike Clinch who shoot my
frien' Beck. Bien."
He threw a cartridge into the
breach of his rifle, adjusted his am
munition belt en- bandouliere. care
lessly.
Then, in a quiet voice: my frien'
Picquet, the time has now arrive
when it become YER necessary that
we go from here away. Done l
shall now go kill me my frien' Mike
Clinch."
Picquet, unastonished, gave him
a heavy, bovine look of inquiry.
Quintana said softly: me, l have
enough already of this damn woods.
Why shall we starve here when
there lies our path?" He pointed
north; his arm remained out
stretched for a while.
"Clinch, he is there growled
Picquet.
Also our path, Tami Henri
And, behind us, they hunt US now
with dogs"
Picquet barred his big white teeth
in fierce surprise. "Dogs?" he re-
peated with a sort of snarl.
That is how they now hunt us.
my frien'-like they hunt the hare
in the Cote dor . . Me, l shall
now reconnoitre-that way" And
he looked where he was pointing.
into the north-with smoldering
eyes. Then he turned calmly to
Picquet: AN you, pami?"
FAT orders, mon capitaine."
"C'est bien. Venez."
They walked leisurely forward
with rifles s~houldered, following the
hard ridge out across a vast and
flooded land where the bank of trees
glimmered with wet moses.
After a quarter of a mile the ridge
~broadened and split into two, n
branching northeast; Tney,
however, continued north.
About twenty minutes later Pic
quet, creeping along on Quinrana's
left, and some sixty yards distant,
discovered something moving in the
woods beyond, and fired at it. In
two unseen rifles spoke from
the woods ahead. Piquent was
jerked clear around, lost his balance
from his right arm, between elbow
and shoulder.
He tried to lift and level his rifle;
his arm collapsed and dangled
broken and powerless; his rifle clat-
tered to the forest floor.
For a moment he stood there in
plain view, dumb, deathly white;
then he began screaming with fury
while the big soft-nosed bullets
came streaming in all around him.
His broken arm vas hit again. His
screaming ceased; he dragged out
his big clasp knife with his left hand
and started running toward the
shooting.
AS he ran, his mangled arm flop
ping like a broken wing. Byron
Hastings stepped out from behind a
tree and cody shot him down at
quarters.
The Quintana's rifle exploded
twice very quickly, and the Hastings
boy stumbled sideways and fell
sprawling. He managed to rise to
knees again; he even was trying
to stand up when Q%uintana, taking
his time, deliberately began to
empty his magazine into the boy,
him limb and body and head
Down onc more, he still moved
his arms. Sid Hone reached out
behind a fallen log to grasp
he dying lads ankle and drew him
into shelter. but Quintana reloaded
swiftly and smashed Homes left
hand with the first shot.
Then Jim Hastings, kneeling be-
hind a bunch of juniper, fiji ed a
high-velocity bullet into the tree be-
hind which Quintana stood; but be-
fore he could fire again Qulntana's
in reply came ripping through
he juniper and ore a CHASTITY hole
n the calf of his left leg. striking
blow that knocked young Has
fiat and paralyzed as a dead
founder.
A mile to the north, blocking the
other exit from Drowned Valley,
Mike Clinch, Harvey Chase, Cor
nelius Blommers and Dick Berry