The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1927-02-18

his two mules In the corral, and
starts for Thief River with 'em.
About half way home Frank meets
him and Frank said they'd talk after
ward-and pulled on him. He wasn't
quick enough. Dave knocked him off
his horse with a bullet through his
shoulder; but, unluckily for Dave, he
rode away from Sanger without max
ing a job Of it. Sanger come to me.
l told him I'd have to take his arm
of-he said if did he'd blow my
head off; SO away he went-and got
well with his arm on; that's the way
doctor gets treated out here.
well, that was Tracy's start with
the Calabasas bunch. After that they
were laying for Dave. He know'd it.
He'd, been up to see me in the spring
about a young felIow-this mining
partner of his-that he said was in
the last stages of consumption. /
gave him some medicine and told him
to tell the fellow to drink plenty of
good whisky. Dave said that was the
trouble, he would't drink any kind of
whisky. told Dave, Boyd and Sang
err was in town with their gang, and
warned him to keep away from Bar
toe's-that's all the good it did.
$50 Fourth of July night, when
came down the stairs. 1 walked from
the bar out through the archway into
the barber shop to get shaved-would
you believe it, the only barber shop
we've got in town is down there in
Bartoe's demand there was Tracy
at the cigar stand paying for hair
cut. And there in the first chair was
slim young fellow getting lathered up
there was only one barber on duty.
I spoke to Tracy again, friendly-like.
and told him to lay low. But he
wouldn't pay no attention to me. He
just stepped out like fellow twenty
FIVE years old, into the saloon.
II wasn't in at the start. But they
said Tracy didn't see Frank Sanger.
He walked up to one Of the Panhan-
die men and asked where Sanger was.
Sanger was right behind Tracy and
he drew. He meant to shoot Tracy
through the head, but Tracy saw the
move in the eyes of the man he was
talking to. He swung round Quick
and the bullet caught him In the neck
and partly paralyzed him.
II was standing talking 10 the bar
Der. When the first shot was fired
he was lathering the man In the
chair. That man was out of the chair
well, you might say before the bar
Der actually heard the shot, or before
heard it. The chair faced the sa-
loon, and the man must've jumped six,
feet the. first clip; he was through
that opening into the barroom fore
you could say 'Bingov
Tracy pulled when he was falling
or had pulled when he swung round;
anyway, he pinched the trigger on
Sanger from the floor and the blamed
cartridge missed fire I. Tracy was up
on his elbow full Of fight, but he was
going, and Sanger covered him again
to finish him--and that shot was
never fired. / ran into the doorway
myself and there, three feet to one
side of me, the man with the lather
on his face was cutting in. He had his
gun down on Sanger before Sanger
could pull the trigger the second
time, and he just naturally threw
bullet right across the room into
Sanger's middle. More than that be-
fore Sanger struck the floor, the slim
man in the lather put another bullet
through Sanger's head-if l hadn't
seen it / couldn't we believed it. No
man could ever told me two shots
could be fired so close together from
one gun.
by this time the whole Calabasas
bunch was shooting at Slim and there
I was like a dummy, not three feet
away from him: one bullet glanced
off the jamb and nicked me right
here in the ribs" Doctor Carpy put
the forefinger Of his right hand dra-
matically into his right side to indi-
cate the exact spot.
Hang it, Wentworth" he resumed,
"Tm sorry you didn't see it. There I
was, and there was the man in the
lather dancing around like a happy
jack, shooting Eastern you could
think and actually for q minute TAX
ing the fire of FIVE men; and every
time his gun went off the cuss
knocked one of 'em down. 1t was too.
fast to watch--I just kind of saw 'emI
Keeling around like tenpins and Il
watched the slim fellow, paralyzed.
He was shooting with his right side
turned to the bunch and his left arm
straight out behind him, crooked up.
in the air-and dancing on his toes N
Carpy laughed at the recollection.
II heard him shout something, but of
course / couldn't get it; Dave Tracy
got it, though, The slim fellow
capered all the time nearer to Tracy,
and Tracy, all the time, had been
dragging himself toward the slim fell
low. What he shouted was-so he
told me afterward-'Your gun, Dave,
your gum And, by hockey, when he'd