Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1928-05-10

on his elbow full Of fight, but he was
going, and Sanger covered him again
to finish him-and that shot was
never fired. l 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 a
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
was like 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 1t, Wentworth" he resumed,
I'm 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 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 'em
Keeling around like tenpins and I
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 afr-and dancing on his toes !"
Carpy laughed at the recollection.
II heard him shout something, but Of
course l 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
emptied his own gun, he dropped it
like hot potato and grabbed Tracy's
out of his hand But there wasn't
any need Of another gun-four men
were down-three Of 'em never did
get up. Sanger-well, he was SEN
fenced twice-once through the heart
and once through the head; 1t was
against the law, for no mans life
ought to be put in jeopardy twice for
the same offense. Two Of the bunch
were on their feet-one mans gun
was empty and his hands were up so
high he broke his fingers trying to
poke 'em through the ceiling; the
other fellow was Logging it for the
door, and q shot from Trecy's gun
fired by his partner nicked the yell
low man in the leg-down he went
"Wentworth, the room was so full
Of smoke 1 couldn't see the middle
at all. And there was the slim fellow
on one side-gun in hand and watch
ing the room with eyes as green as
cats STOPPING and helping Dave with
his left hand to crawl behind a table
that was knocked over.
II stepped forward to the end Of
the bar and put VI my hand. Boys
1 says, I call this fight fit Whoever
you are, partner 1 calls out to the
slim fellow, put up your gun. You've
done the Job and done it right Then
the spectators that hadn't spectated
crawled out from under the chairs
and tables and began to peek in at
the doors and windows. This has
been a pretty fast celebration said,
loud as 1 could. But I want to tell
you all something. This place is closed
for the night; finish up sOmewheres
else. There's young woman-well
known in this town for the good was
in her and more particular for the
bad was in her-lying dead by her
own hand, upstairs-let US have
peace p"
Doctor Carpy had finished. He sat
silent. Wentworth spoke. "It's kind
of curious thing" said he ref1ectively,
"but I came up here to Sleepy Cat
this time, Doc, to buy that freighting
outfit of Tracy's-and I suppose now
1t can be bought right. However,
after all that hard luck, I'm going to
give the old man what his stuff is
worth.
"But 1 never did expect" continued
Wentworth, Ito hear of Frank Sang
er, George Usage, and Buck Boyd going
down in a one-man fight. Was the
slim fellow hit bad?"
wentworth, I was the only man
hit on that side the house. The slim
fellow wasn't so much as
scratched"
"Poor shooting"
swell, yes-and no, Wentworth.
Mind you, they were standing right
in the center of the room-in the full
light Of a big lamp hanging from the
middle of the ceiling. Slim was over
to one side, and I noticed afterward,
when he jumped from the doorway he
jumped away from the bar side and