St Ignatius College - Ignatian Yearbook (San Francisco, CA)

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30 TIIE IGNA TIA N at something wrapped in blankets on the roof behind him. lt. was about the length and breadth of a man. Probably some passenger killed in the fray. HGone'! queried Seb, as the stage drew abreast and he nodded to the bundle. 'Stione for good this time, answered the man, so at. first I feared that the news had spread and that you might be a pal. Black Jack took the Kid too easily and here all that 't life of him. But the Kid himself is hurt and I must hasten to Gold-Bug. Nothing has been lost. You can go faster than l, so have a doctor ready. Drive him to my hut, said Seb. I'll have him tended to, and wheeling his horse, he was off with the wind. Black Jack dead Fire amid the Redwoods could only fly as fast as the news in Gold.-Bug. Killed by a Kid! lt was as if a child had toppled over a giant of the forest. Wl'1tDS9 kid '? How? NVhere? There was a Babel of voices. but the doctor had to be found and the hut made ready. A horse and rider passed out from among them and none dared stop them. The gambling house was reached in a few minutes. The doctor listened, stacked his cards and has- tened for his instruments. Mrs. O'Flaherty was giving a full account of the affray to a neighbor. imagination supplying all necessary details. llut she broke off just at the most interesting part when Seb curbed his horse and shouted. You're wanted at the hut, Mrs. 0lFl?ll1C1'Tj',U and immedi- att-ly galloped off. l 'll get me shawl an' be over, shouted Mrs. tV1+'lahe1-ty. Seb caught the words Ellltl waved his hand that he understood. t'I'll need a guard as well as a nurse, he said to himself, and that woman's a legionf, He knew of what he spoke. The stage was just at the door, as Mrs. O'Flaherty ar- rived, and a crowd of the curious had gathered. llut a hand opportunely administered to the young and a word to their elders, aided by the doetor's warning that the boy would tml 'tuiet and rest. caused the bystanders to melt away, l WY,

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J. Copestake J. Taylor H. Schmidt T. Desmond! JUNIOR LAW F. Ainsworth G. Stockfeldt H. Dibert H. Nolan M. Conklin L. Buty M. Gracia C. McCullough W. Presho L. Davey E. O'DonnelI C. Ohlandt . Fitzgerald J. Welch I. McDermitt

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TIIIL' l'ESNIJIlNT UI HUIJD-IZIYI 31 though some women reluctantly withdrew inclined to dis- pute Mrs. O'Flaherty's supremacy. Stand out of the way, she said to the men, Wan' give yer help whin it 's axed. An' you doctor, dear, give a hand to lift the bye out, if they haven't kilt him intirelyfl The boy had tainted from loss of blood and the hardships of the drive. He was of slender build but well-formed and hardy. and apparently about sixteen. He opened his eyes drearnily for a moment as he rested in her arms, then his head sank back upon her breast, his lips quivering with pain. Seb caught only a glance of a white face as he hurried into the hut from which he and everybody else save the doc- tor were rigorously excluded. VVhile the wound was being examined and dressed, they withdrew to some distance. to listen to the stage-driver's story. Black Jack single-handed had held them up. Terror of the man had paralyzed the bravest among them. With their hands in the air they were submitting to have their pockets 1-ifled when from a nearby thicket a boy emerged into the road. He was armed with a shot-gun and had been hunting. Had it been a man Black Jack would have been mo1'e cautious. Covering' the boy with his pistol yet keeping each of the others within his gaze. he ordered the boy rough- ly to throw away his gun. The boy obeyed and east its powder horn after it. Some motion of one of our party dis- tracted the robber attention for a moment, when quick as thought the boy drew a revolver from his breast and tired. Jack'S eye caught the motion too late. His bullet in reply was fired by a dying hand. Back fell Jack shot through the heartg the boy badly wounded in the thigh. VVho was the boy? The drived dropped his voice. t'They say he is the g'?U11lJl6I'lS song but the father was not worthy of that child. Seb placed his hand upon the driver shoulder, or he would have fallen. The words that he had heard were like a thunderbolt from a elear sky. But he quickly recovered