When 'Bear Cat' Went Dry

When 'Bear Cat' Went Dry

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Excerpt: ...violently to his feet. "Hell's fiddle!" he ejaculated in sudden alarm. "They hain't finished hit up yit! I cautioned 'em special not ter use no rifle-guns--jest pistols, accidental like." Hatless and coatless, he rushed out and made for the Quarterhouse, disquieted and alarmed by the din of a howling chorus which sounded more like uncertain battle than orderly and definite assassination. Before his panting, galloping haste brought him to the stockade he caught, above the confused pandemonium, a yell of: "Bear Cat Stacy! Git him! Git 'em both!" "Good God!" he muttered between grinding teeth. "Good God, them fools air startin' ther war ergin! I've got ter stop hit!" If Bear Cat fell within the four walls of that house to-morrow would dawn upon a country-side disrupted in open warfare. So Kinnard appeared in the door, his face distorted with an ashen fury and sought, too late, to assume again the role of pacifist and rescuer. As Bear Cat had gone stumbling out, bearing his burden of wounded and misused humanity, two men started forward keyed for pursuit. "We kin still git 'em from ther brush," hazarded one, but with a biting sarcasm the chieftain wheeled on the volunteer. "Stand where ye're at, ye fool! Ye've done flung away ther chanst--an' plunged us all inter tribulation! Hain't I got no men thet hain't damned bunglers?" He stood panting in a rage like hydrophobia. "Thet Bear Cat, he hain't mortal noways!" whined a disheveled youth who nursed a limp arm. "I seed his chest square on my pistol sights, not two yards' distant, an' I shot two shoots thet hed a right ter be deadeners--but ther bullets jest bounced offen him. Ye kin bleed him a leetle, but ye kain't in no fashion kill him." Kinnard Towers stood looking about the debris of the place where shattered bottles on the shelves and grotesque figures cluttering the floor bore testimony to the hurricane that had swept and wrecked it. "Them fools war mortal enough," he disdainfully...show more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 5mm | 191g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236735811
  • 9781236735812