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A KICKING 385 “Let the blood alone for the present. Will you lend me your horse to ride home ?” _“ Yes; take it,” she cried, eagerly. ‘ Oh, it is so cow- Tdly ; a dozen to one.” “Don’t talk of it now, Jennie,” said Gaston, grating his teeth, savagely, . “There are ten men here, and before a year Tolls by, some of them may be dead.” “D’ye threaten us ?” cried Big Ben, making a step in ad- Vance. “ Bear in mind, my lovely boy, that the rope is hyar Yit, an’ we know how to use it, right well.” “TI don’t threaten any one,” was the calm reply. “As I Said before, some of you may be dead within a year. A year 8 twelve months, and twelve montbs often bring great Changes, My curse, my bitter, deadly curse upon all here, xcept this sweet girl. I almost fear to leave her with you &st you insult her, because she is friendly to her cousin.” “Don’t you fret your eyelids, my sweet duck,” said Ben. Thar ain’t a man on this section that wouldn't fight fur €nnie Carroll, any time of day. You'd better git, Gassy ; We don’t want you ’round hyar.” Gaston threw his coat over his shoulders, tying it about Als neck by the sleeves, for he could not put it on his lacera- ld back. Having done this he mounted with difficulty and Pain, and away he weni at a break-neck pace after he had ispered an order in the ears of Buck Bracer. «, You ain’t goin’ to whip me, boys?” pleaded the ruffian. iid ain’t done nothin’, not as I knows on, an’ it’s awful] rough oe me, to be tied up this yer way.” “I move every man in the party gives this cuss a big kick, Nd then let him run,” said Big Ben. “Second the motion, motion,” cried Mr, Ryav. “He is a fan scoundrel, scoundrel, Ob, yes.” The sentence was literally carried into effect. Buck Bracer 4S forced to pass down the line of wailing men, and as he eon? every one of them “ lifted” bim six inches from the “th. Ben was last in the line, and as his ponderous foot “athe in contact with the frame of Buck Bracer, that worthy 48 inverted suddenly and came down with acrash. The ords being now removed, Buck took advantage of the per- ~ ‘Ssion given and was off like an arrow from a bow, &% connicloooks. com)