The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1942-05-28
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Then he felt a terrific b
now. There were yells, too. Ca
ramba, he could tell from the
flashes, was on the ground.
ride over him!" someone yelled
savagely. "Come on!"
Con did not mount. He could see
the bulk of Megeath's men and, this
time, he had no slightest compunc-
ton about shooting at riders in
stead of horses. He shot his carbine
empty with raking fire along the
line of the flashes that answered Ca
ramba. Then he reloaded quickly
and turned to the quiet sorrel. In
the saddle he yelled ferociously.
He sent Pancho charging up the
trail before Caramba could get on
his horse. The laundering drum OF
hoofbeats paced him on the left. He
spurred Pancho, and the stocky
horse heightened his stride and ran
like a racer. He passed the leading
horses of Megeath's party and rode
for two or three minutes with face
on his shoulder, estimating distance.
Then he pulled in.
What the Megeath side thought
he could only guess at. He could see
that under fire from front and rear
they broke and ran. Caramba had
cut away from the trail as soon as
he found himself with an empty
Winchester. He joined Con, now
drawing rein with a long, signing
whistle.
"And that's that, huh?" he said.
ST have got some new airholes in
my Stetson and if airy one of that
crowd could shoot, I would have
more than a crease on the left hip
and stripe on my spareribs. You
get hurt?"
"'Never touched me! But I
wouldn't be surprised if my shirt
was fixed up for hot summer, too.
But-ne' mind! I'm going to see if
I can catch up with Topeka. You
hightail back and ride herd on JAN
ct, will your"
Over the rim of the arroyo he
could see flashes. They were an
swered by flashes from three or four
points above Con yelled like ten
and charged the besiegers, waving
his carbine Indian fashion. But it
was the attacking party which had
the advantage, now. They were on
the ground, Con in movement. His
hat was thumped from his head. A
slug blanced off his saddle-fork and
cut overalls and skin on his right
thigh. Then he felt terrific blow
upon his left breast, with singing
pain, and gasped for breath. The
ground seemed to rise and take him
from the saddle. He sprawled, gag.
ging. A tiny voice was calling, but
it was too far away to be under
stood. When he tried to answer, his
tongue was dead.
The voice became louder. Some.
one was calling his name; asking
how he was and where he was. He
could breathe more freely; hear Ca
ramba and Tension talking, Their
Janet's anxious voice.
Con made mumbling noises wher
they lifted him. His left side seemed
aflame, now that numbness was go
ing.
LEFT - side" he muttered
knocked me over"
He got to his feet and staggered
against Pancho. Then Janet's arm
went around him as he held to the
saddle horn.
Caramba brought a clean shirt
torn into strips. They managed ;
wadded bandage, then Con got pain
fully into the saddle.
Then Tension called inpatient.
and Caramba rode over to Con. The.
trailed the blackboard.
Tension drove fast to the Broker
Wheel house. There was light il
the long clubhouse and a vel
brought out the tall, grim Goree ant
two cowboys.
Gloomy Megeath and some trasl
chased us out of town." Tenisol
told him briefly. 'These two men
I hired 'em today-stood off Gloom.
and got skinned up some. Rous
out four-ive of the boys and rid
down the arroyo toward the line
See if any of that gangs on tn
, ground. But don't go past the rocks
Gale"
, Con and Caramba watched tn
Il party 60 fast and eagerly off. The
Topeka Tension showed them bunk
and they crawled YEARLY into bed
, Con fell asleep, in spite Of the stin
) of his wounds, while Caramba wa
telling the cook about their fight.
The pounding of a triangle wake
Con and when he moved in tn