In Barracks and Wigwam — page 95: what you’re looking at

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~ What the Troopers Found. “Bs bandage around his forehead, ran out from one side, and called to Captain Norman. _ “Halt!” cried the captain, checking his horse as he pecaprized: Tom Benwood, the doughty town marshal of Chamberlain. “What are you doing here, Benwood?” he added, angrily. “Is this the way you keep the peace?” “Beggin’ your pardon, but I’ve done my level best, returned the marshal. “I can hardly keep my feet now fur the dizzy pain in my head, where I got cracked by a flyin’ bottle. An’ I’ve got a bullet in my arm—it’s my pistol arm, too. This is as ugly a crowd as ever I seen, an’ they're running the town in spite of me.” “How did it begin?’ : “It begun on the cars, sir, where the recruits must have had a lot of smuggled whisky,” replied Benwood. “And as soon as ever the train pulled into the station the fellows out an’ run fur more drinks, an’ swarmed into Bill Jack- son’s saloon. They was purty near crazy drunk already, and when Bill refused ‘em more they went furshim. He smashed one feller on the head with a beer mallet, and then skipped out the back door. The gang hunted him high an’ low, vowin’ to kill him, an’ when they couldn't get trace of him they started-to lay out the rest of the saloons——”’ | “Where's their officer?’”’ interrupted Captain Norman. “In hospital, with a broken head,” said Benwood. “He was hit with a mtg in Jackson’s place. The crowd is at it as lively as ever yet, captain—barrin’ a few sober heads who didn’t take part one way or another. Hark! you kin hear ’em howling. There’s some in Jackson’s saloon, and some next door in Thompson’s place; but the worst lot is across the street in Black Mike’s dive. The ring- leader is with that party, an’ if you knowed him as well as I do, you wouldn’t care to tackle him. It’s as much a” i | | cue comicbooks.co a Lie A" - 7 wad =F J I . iF rr "4 7 own © m