The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1922-06-01


av the Irish, there'd be questions
a-plenty asked. He'd be ready for the
morgue this blissed minute. Jerry's
murderin' divvle. When I breeze in
I find him croakin' this lad proper and
he acts like crazy man when stand
him and Gorilla Dave off till yuh
come a-runnin'. At that they may have
given the bye more than he can carry.
Maybe it'll be roses and a nice black
carriage for him yet"
Clay opened his eyes, flexed his arm
muscles, and groaned. He caressed
tenderly his aching ribs.
"Some wreck" he gasped weakly.
"They didn't do thing to me-out-
side of beatin' me up-and stompin' on
me-and runnin' a steam r0ller-over
the dear departed"
"Whose fault will that be? DOn'i
with rigiment? demanded the SER
geant Of police severely.
"That wasn't a fight. It was
waltz" The faint, uncOnquered smile
of brown Arizona broke through the
blood and bruises Of the face. "I'he
his friend rushed me-and it ended
when Jerry landed on me with brass
knucks. After that was a football"
Inc words came in gdsps. Every breath
was drawn in pain.
"We'd ought to pinch yuh," the SER
geant said by way Of reprimand.
"Ihink yuh can come to New York
and pull your small-town stuff on us?,
Well show youse. If yuh wasn't al
falfa green I'd give yuh ride" The
, officer dropped his grumbling COM
plant to whisper. "Whisht, bye.
Take straight tip from a man that
knows. Beat it out Of town. Get
where the long arm Of-of friend of
ours-can't reach yuh. He's a re-
vingeful inemy if ever there was wan"
"Y0u mean that Durand-" ....t,
I'm not namin' Names" the officer
interrupted doggedly. "Im tellin' yuh
somethin' for your good. Take it or
leave it," 8
"Thanks, I'll leave it. This is free
country, and 10 man Twin can drive
me away" answered Clay promptly.
couch, I'm SORE Give me u lift. SER
gcant." =: -. !. y. sS5 .s-ss /.
They helped the COW puncher to his
feet. He took a nmping step or, two. !
Every move was torture to his out
ragged flesh. =
"Can you get me a taxi? That Is,
II you're sure you don't want me in
yore ca1aboose," the rangc-rider said,
leaning against the wall.
"We'll let yuh go this time"
"NIuch ohliged--to Mr.. Jerry Du-
rand. Tell him for me that maybe I'll
meet up with him again some time
and hand him my thanks personal for
this frst-class wallopln'." From the
bruised. bleeding face there beamed
again the smile indOmitable, the grin
still gay and winning. Physically he
had been badly beaten, but in spirit
he was still the man on horseback.
Presently he eased himself into Il
taxi as comfortably as he could.
Home. James," he said jauntily.
"Where?" asked the driver.
1.-THE nearest hospital" explained
Clay. I'm goin' to let the doctors
worry over me for while. Much
obliged to both Of you gentlemen. |
always did like the Irish. Friend Jerry
Is an exception" -
The officers watched the cab disap-
pear. The sergeant spoke the COM
ment that was in the mind of them
both.
Hes the best single-barreled sport
that liver I met in this mans town.
Not whimper out of the guy and
him mauled to pulp. Game as they
come. Did youse see that spark O the
divvle In his eye. and HIM not fit to
crawl into the cab? S'lOng, Tim. No
report on this rough-house, mind yuh."
"Sure, Nike"
(Continucd in Next lSS-e)