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I could see myself that ther ground and was rollin’, but et didn’t ‘pear ter me to be rollin’ ez bad as they found et, fer they could hardly hold et down under "em, They. went head on, with right arms drawed back at full cock all ready fer business soon’s they met. But, they didn’t meet that time. Ther ground swelled up ‘tween ‘em as they ’proached, and they shied off in spite ov the’rselves. Et wuz laffybul ter see ’em, tryin’ hard ter bear up to ther ’counter, but sidlin’ off more an’ more at every step, and when they had gone clean past they luffed. “Try et ergin,” velletl my pard. “ Better aim next time,”’ said I. “ Round up an’ fetch him quarterin’, said Gila Gabe. ‘Better a heap sight git down and creep for’d,”’ said Colonel Kittens—by ther way, has he been interdoosed? Colonel Kittens was a feller ov some standin’ in ther camp, and et had been a hot race ’tween him and Gila Gabe ter see which one should be ther actin’ mayor. “Steady, now,” said Bob. “Take yer bearin’s,” said I. They stopped, and wur glarin’ at each other. Ther ground was behavin’ shameful, and they could hardly keep on their pins. “T’ll chaw yer ear,” said Lippy Dooz- berry. ‘An’ T’ll chaw yer nose,” said Hop ‘Wilson. *“T’ll ’arn yer who ye’re throwin’ bones at,” said Lippy. * An’ I'll l’arn you better’n ter throw em back at me again,” yauped Hop. Havin’ got about as steady as they wur likely to git, they made another try fer et, but blame me ef they could make > 93 et. They held to ther direction purty good fer a time, but purty presently they ber- gun ter shy, and in their care not to shy ther same way as before, they took to fetchin’ t’other side. They tried to hold back, but et wasn’t no go. . Et wasn’t as wide a fetch as t’other time, but et was too wide fer any good. Ther rest ov ther crowd whooped and yelled at ’em, and that made ’em all ther madder, and they wur madder’n wet ‘hens ter begin with. **T’ll—I’ll smite ye!” cried Lippy. “Tll grind ye,’ yelled Hop. “Yer can’t do’t!”’ . “Show yer!’ SAL CUDDYLOOP NOW. “Bah!” Sech a lallygaboo time ye never seen in a0. They fetched up ebiihisel. and stood gim- | yer life. =) v and bobbin’ é sone ee “ta Psselige fs Se gt was ther Sf tathent with & her de-' oy \e 7 at crowd was jist goin’ plum crazy with de- nl funct on et, in his wooden overco} aq light. Everybody was on their feet now, and | had formed a ring around ther two plum ijjits, and ther late-lamented was fer | ther time bein’ clean fergot. Sawbuck had a new ‘citement. At et they went again. This time they took and run up closter. As they kem head on they both drawed back and cut a swipe at each other, but fate wur gainst ’em. They missed, somehow, and ther force ov ther blow each had struck at t’other carried ’em off their equilib., and they went rollin’ over and over on ther ground. How ther crowd whooped et then! “ Bah! I’m disgusted with yer!” yelled ther actin’ mayor. He picked up a rock as he said et, and let drive at ‘em, not carin’ which one he hit. But, jimminny! he shied wide ov ther mark and that thur stone kem bang up ergainst ther manly chest ov Colonel Kittens! Then thar was fun, I’m whisperin’. Thet thar Kitten bekem a roarin’ tiger in one mighty minnit, and he made a run fer Gila Gabe, bellerin’ like a bull. Ther actin’ mayor turned pale ’round ther gills, and looked as if he wanted ter run, but ther eyes ov all ther people wur onto him hard, and he had ter face ther moosic. “ Flingin’ stones at me, are ye?” cried ther Kitten. “JT didn’t go ter hit yer,” actin’ mayor. “But yer done et ali ther same, dang ye! s? “Et slipped out’n my hand.’ “That don’t matter, I’m goin’ flay ye fer et.” “You had better go slow about that thar,” warned ther actin’ mayor. “I don’t want ter hurt ye.” “Yer couldn’t do et ef ye did want to,” was ther snorted ’sponse ter that, “Come out hyer like a man and take ther durn’dest drubbin’ ov yer life!” Colonel Kitten .wur a-prancin’ and a-dancin’ lixe mad. His arms wur wavin’ like wings. Them other two fellers, by ther way, had crawled into each other’s fond em- brace by this time, and wur goin’ et hammer and tongs. Seein’ that he had ter fight or stand boogoo’d in ther sight ov ther camp, ther actin’ mayor screwed up and went forth to do battle with ther Kitten, and they pranced up to each other. Et wur high ’citin’, I tell yer et was. They went shyin’ and sparrin’ around at each other, ther ground some onstiddy fer them, too, but not ez much so as et had been fer Lippy and Hop. - So they went, one-afraid-and-t’other- dasn’t sort ov fashion, till at last they fouled with ther two galoots thet wur al- ready havin’ et warm on ther ground, when down they went. In ther fall, they somehow parted Vother two, and Lippy lit onter ther Kittin, and Hop hopped onter Gila, and then they sashayed some, you bet. Et was nip and. tuck amongst ther four ov ’em, and ther crowd went wild with delight and all jined hands and went dancin’ around in a circle. better bearin’s, said ther ter CHAPTER XII. : Lf - Lah a! ad a - tht ' pe ate “~..,' \, , 7 Dn You E Bet Bob from Cross Crick. | | P r< m dr e 7 A > — ’ ia ks b Ra ietot I mig € desarted. me = 7 Then thar was ther hull mayo shur pylashun ov ther town dancin’nopped | holt ov hands, like they had alland SOpI | leave ov their senses, whoopin’ gown to lot ov fool Apaches. nm ye wo In ther circle wur ther or ez cou They wur goin’ into et in dead} 7 would I’m tellin’ ye. n yer fi They had no regard fer one d 2” feelin’s, but dug away fer all t wuth. Gila Gabe’s sash and trimm black wur gittin’ torn and strew’dyoen’t 3 promiskus, and ther claret wurinow wh ther whole, et Wit she right free. O jolliest funeral I ever ‘tended, ts erowi n’t onde “ Ain’t this hyer scrumpshus? ed faci out my pard. at time “ Et shur is,’ I had ter agree wi “We aire right in et, Bob.” riety “Clean up to our necks,” he sah, Cydd again. * Wouldn’t ’a’ missed et f ow,” sl thing. Sho.” him th Ditter with me,” said I. “ We’ It a story ter tell when we git back t Crick, a tale that will plum ‘stonis, ndtives,” “We shur will,” said he, Then we continnered whoopin’ ¢ ther rest ov ’em, and ther way we around thar was a caution ter a e,” said * he d But, that didn’t last forever. Ther four gladdyaturs soon be tire out, and they drawed away fro! *nuther. They wur a sorry lot, all aia {mayor seratched and bleedin’, and look is too they had been drawed atone e mig ragged knot holes. ne life Thar was Colonel Kitten, lookin llers t like a tom cat that had been t ey had Thar was ther actin’ mayor, lookinis then he hed been run through a quartz T’other two wur nondescript. Ther dancin’ ceased, - Qh As soon as ther ring wur broke er san ther foreground sprung Sal Cuddj ol”? sa like a ’vengin’ Nemmysus. Ate ht “Tur shame!” she squawked. aes She glared around as if ter pic be ahi her p’ticlar victim. er offi Every man jack thar had busine}, another direction, and that circle w ane ed out instanter. wpa: “Fur shame!” she squawked 1° BY more so. “ Ter think ov ther may hae | layin’ dead hyer, and sech goin’ Bi Ww: around his dead body. I wonder af | world don’t come to a end!” to he My ‘ard stepped for’d. wur : I know et was rash ov him, bu nou stepped. v if He took off his hat, made a stidit “a e salaam as he could, and said: br cro “Fair lady, I agree with ye thé@eq is a shame, a howlin’ shame, and it as y be made right. ¥ I, sol “Made right!” she bawled. ff, “That was what I said, Madam,’’}o the my pard, softly like. r ac “ How kin et be made right?” her ¢ “They had orter be licked,” said Tes, | “They hev been lickin’ each ot! wav’ said she. thor “Then let’s lock *em up,” said pk pard. | nly | “Would ye?” lafft ‘“Sech perseedin’s is out Ov idinas i quiet funeral,” said my pard. “T Dh! 3 sure would, ef I had my way.’ the} “ Ef Gunsight John wur only ali \ther she sighed. up « “Then thar wouldn’t be no funer wee said Bob. S That's so. Ef we only had his ir % hyer,” she sighed. hin “He will never be found, same as oj) pard esi in his orashun,” said Bob. Mt © site Pe Rr) ” : eryieee sea a ia ‘en es *~ ‘comicbooks.com.