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Updated: June 29, 2025
Bully bought a picture post card to send to Aunt Lettie, the nice old lady goat, and Bawly bought a bean shooter. That is a long piece of tin, with a hole through it like a pipe, and you put in a bean at one end, blow on the other end, and out pops the bean like a cork out of a soda water bottle. “What are you going to do with that bean shooter?” asked Bully of his brother.
Some one dived into the Silver Dollar and returned in a flash with another tomato can. This the stranger took, removing the label, as the shooter had done. Then, smiling, he took a position in the center of the street, the can in his right hand.
He travelled by sea to Port Faraway, a tropical sweltering township by the Northern seas of Australia, and when he reached it felt like one of the heroes in Tennyson's Lotus Eaters he had come "into a land wherein it seemed always afternoon." Reeves, the buffalo shooter, was a well-known man, but to find his camp was another matter.
"If it was a man, Maurice, and he once saw all that money, why he'd come back again to try and steal it," he said, solemnly. "Oh, I guess not," laughed his chum, holding up the gun in a suggestive way; "at least not as long as we could defend our property with this bully old shooter. But better make up your mind it was a log, and let it go at that."
It was as if the heavens had fallen in liquid fury upon the earth. It was as if ocean itself had been precipitated into an abyss. The slow but inexorable march of the mightiest glacier of the Alps, though comparable, was not equal to this in force. The whole of a Pyramid, shot from a colossal catapult, would not have been the petty charge of a pea shooter to it.
Silvey followed close at his heels and DuPree lagged in the rear. "Boo-oo!" Sid shouted when they had ascended half the distance. John's pea shooter clattered to the landing. Silvey turned angrily on the miscreant, his face still pale from the fright. "I've a' mind to punch your nose for that! 'S'pose there was really somebody!" At last they reached their goal.
See there! Slane kicked the rifle away, and stood up in the peril of his life. 'Come on, now! The temptation was more than Simmons could resist, for the Corporal in his white clothes offered a perfect mark. 'Don't misname me, shouted Simmons, firing as he spoke. The shot missed, and the shooter, blind with rage, threw his rifle down and rushed at Slane from the protection of the well.
There was a grim quality in his voice now. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes cold and alert. The shooter sneered experimentally. Again the audience smiled. But the tall man now stepped forward. "You've made your play, stranger," he said quietly. "I reckon it's up to you to make good." "Correct," agreed the stranger. "I'm goin' to show you some real shootin'. You got another can?"
"'Which is why I remarks, that I stacks up this pedestrian careful an' accurate before I goes after him. "'As I says, he carries on like he's hurt; an' he's packin' a six- shooter. He seems familiar, too; an' while I looks him over I'm wonderin' where I cuts his trail before. "'As I has the advantage of a Winchester, I at last rides into the open an' gives a whoopee.
"I daresay you're trying to play low down on me," he said with a scowl, after satisfying himself that the money was correct, "but I've got my shooter." "So have I," cried Don Pedro indignantly, and slipped his hand round to his hip pocket, "and if you talk any further so insulting I shall "
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