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Riley obeyed the call of the exigency; but Forsythe resisted. He struck Munson's fist away, but received it immediately full in the face. Staggering back, he pulled his revolver; and, before Munson could meet this new antagonism, he aimed and fired. Munson lurched headlong, and lay still. Then an uproar began. The others charged on Forsythe, who retreated, with his weapon at arm's length.
"We're to start just as soon as we get the boys together," said the Major, shaking hands. "The crowd's to be at Andrews' by four, and it's fully that now; so come on at once. We'll go 'round by Munson's and have Hi send a boy to look after your horse. Come; I want to introduce my friend here to you, and we'll all want to smoke and jabber a little in appropriate seclusion. Come on."
He could just touch the broken corner of pane with the tips of his fingers. Moving his supporting hand farther along the wall, he drew back, and reached forward with a lunge. This time he got his wrist on the window-ledge. Thus leaning, he finally secured a hold on the fragment of glass with his fingers, and pulled on it. A crackle caused him to falter. Munson's breathing continued undisturbed.
But the weakness was momentary, for she wiped the tears from her eyes, and then turned to him so quietly that only her extreme pallor proved that she realized the import of her words. "Mr. Ackland," she asked, "have you Mr. Munson's address?" It was his turn now to start, but he merely answered: "Yes." "Do do you think he still cares for me?" "Undoubtedly."
An' then she spoke right out. 'I'm alone in the world, says she, 'and I've got somethin' to do with, an' I'd like to have a plain stone put up to Eb Munson's grave, with the number of his rigiment on it, an' I'll pay the bill. 'Tain't out o' Mr.
"Just as I was thinking of raising my gun to give that spalpeen his walking-papers, up steps some gintleman and saves me the trouble; but who was the gintleman? is the question." The inexplicable occurrence naturally recalled Fred Munson's adventure with the grizzly bear. When he needed assistance most sorely, the shot was fired that saved his life.
Up to that moment he had never known that the old gentleman had ever touched a foil in his life. The next instant Richard was on the floor again, commiserating with Waller, who was out of Munson's reach and out of breath with laughter, and congratulating Munson on his skill as a swordsman. "I only noticed one flaw, my dear Mr.
Miss Van Tyne can talk to as bright a man as he is and hold her own. Meanwhile she will assail him in a hundred covert ways. Out of regard for his friend he should have shown some disapproval of her; but there he sits quietly talking in the publicity of the parlor." "Mrs. Alston," said a friend at her elbow, "you ought to forewarn your cousin and tell him of Mr. Munson's fate."
A knock on the door of the shack cut short what he was going to say. "McCormick reports that two ponies are missing from number two section," said a voice outside the door. "The thieves are getting bold!" was Dick Munson's comment. "Seems to me they not only are getting, but have been for some time," laughed the Professor. "The condition of my feet proves that."
"Me own shot!" repeated Mickey, still staring with an astonished expression. "I never fired any shot at the baste, and never saw him till a few minutes ago, when I was coming this way." It was Fred Munson's turn to be astonished, and he asked, in his amazed, wondering way: "Who, then, fired the shot that killed him? I didn't." "I thought ye did the same, for it was not mesilf."
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