Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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Again We Suggest Brannum Lumber The BEST Asylum Ave., PHONES Sc C. M. 83 - 84 8: St. P. Ry. SIEB Sc RICK, Props. Hotel Racine Barber Shop FIRST CLASS BARBERS BATHS-CIGARS LEAVE YOUR LAUNDRY Eaton's caravan, and that the Ameri- can, cursing them, had fled on alone. At this, Ted with Abdul Khan and two others took the best camels and set out in pursuit. Near sunset he made out a tiny figure far ahead. Un- slinging his carbine, Ted booted his beast into a clumsy gallop. The figure ahead looked around, and in- creased his speed. The distance lessened, and when barely three hun- dred yards off, Ted cried out, Hands up, Eaton, or I'1l fire. The other's arm flew up with a pistol, but Ted's western eye was too quick. The car- bine snarled, Eaton pitched off his camel, which simply kept on going. Ted pulled up by the man where he lay in the sand. No feeling of triumph was in him now, only pity. Eaton gazed up at him, his eyes glinting, with hate. Ted dismounted and approached. Well, you've got me, and I sup- pose you're happy. But even ifl am shot, before I go, I'll gel you. His right wrist twisted itself upward like a snake and Ted was peering down the barrel of a tiny automatic pistol. There was but one thing to do, and Ted did it. Like lightning, his booted foot shot forward, kicking the gun out of Eaton's hand, and sending it spin- ning ten feet away. Eaton twisted and groaned. Oh, Godl You've shot me in the stomach. Come on and kill me, but don't let me die by inches. Ted heard soft footsteps on the sand be- hind him. He looked around and saw that Abdul Khan had overheard Eaton's last words. With a dignity that Ted had not supposed the Per- sian possessed, Abdul Khan nodded and indicated Ted's pistol. The young postal inspector drew it out and turned it toward the man writhing on the sand. There was a sharp report, a small cloud of blue smoke ascended into the evening atmosphereg and Eaton lay still. His career was finished. Ted turned toward the Moham- medan. It seems like murder, he said. It is ju.rticf, said Abdul Khan. RALPH SOGARD, '21,