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A FREE FIGHT. 29 ef yer stummick seems to crave that food. Come; shake oes an’ begin to pop yer shooter. Won't ye, oh, won't | e ” “T won't fight without a reason,” growled Foix. “But I'll give ye a reason, ye low-lived hoss-thief’s brother you dirty, cowardly skunk! You don’t want to fight, YOu don’t; you want to blow yer horn. That’s what’s the Natter with you. Ye ain’t got nyther heart, head, nor pluck. OU orter be tied to a tree on an alkali flat with sand flies Owing ye. You orter hev—ye orter git—I kain’t think What’s good fur ye!” _By way of reply Gaston Foix drew back the hammer of ‘8 revolver and Big Ben, nothing loth, did the same. Dead- Y hate shone in the eye of both and the pistols cracked to- Sether, and Gaston Foix, shot through the shoulder, spun Sharply about on his heel and dropped his weapon. “Don’t shoot again,’ cried Wallace, darting between ‘bem. “ He is bit hard.” With a look of demoniac rage Foix stooped and picked UP his fallen pistol in his left hand and fired at Wallace be- re any one could interfere, and he fell, with a low cry. U was go dastardly an act that every man who had a pistol ‘eVeled it at Foix and began to shoot. He sprung into the Ce of the Land Agent and closing the door was ready for “sieve. He was bit in three places but none of his wounds Were bad ones and he was full of fight. “Break in the door!’ shouted Big Ben. “ You'll give us Save, won't ye, Mr. Ryan ?” “Til break it myself—myself,” replied Ryan, planting his t against the office door. “Ivs time for Judge Lynch to “Ome—come. ’Um—umph.” alee Wice he struck the door. with all his foree,but it re- Sted fox “Tu open it!” roared Big Ben, snatching up a heavy Bin in the middle of the strect. “ We'll teach the low- Ved skunk that Minnesoter ain’t the clime fur murderers.” thr S he poised the heavy stone for a throw a shot came "Ugh one of the windows of the office which passed Ugh the lower part of bis right arm and the stone fell to © earth, There was a roar of rage from the borderers and St thro CoOmmcloooks.com