Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 248: what you’re looking at

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236 The Stampede. So it chanced that this delay and hesitation on Bruin’s part was of tremendous value to the cause of the allies. The very second Karl believed his fire was in a condition to feed itself he ceased his delicate manip- ulation, and turned his attention toward the quarter where danger lurked. It was high time. Old Eph. had finally worked himself up into a rousing temper, and decided to make a rush, be- side which any college cane contest or football game must appear trifling. He gave plain warning of his intention by a roar that sounded like a burst of thunder. “You, Karl, look out!” shouted the Indian lad, in a piercing tone of voice. Karl felt that his hour had come. If ever his gun was to do him good service, that time was now. Considering the nature of the danger that men- aced him, his hand was remarkably steady as he threw the revolver up on a line with the advancing form of his bulky adversary, and began firing. It seemed as though pandemonium had broken - loose, what with the sharp detonations of the gun, the hoarse roars of rage and pain to which Bruin gave vent, and the shrill cries uttered by the excited Indian. Through it all that blessed fire crackled and burned most cheerily, giving the illumination that allowed Karl to send his lead where it was apt to do the most good. : The bear seemed staggered, as though hard hit. Karl knew better than to cease firing, for had he not seen such a monster fight like a demon with all of twenty bullets in him? ; Bruin had come to a stop; he pawed the air much | | conmicbooks.co