doors, however, was so disconcerting that in the hurry of wheeling,
and because of the nearness of Cimarron, he missed that lively
gentleman altogether.
Cimarron Bill replied to Mr. Jenkins with his Colt’s-45, and the bullet
glancing on the fore-end of the Greener cut away the second, third
and little fingers of Mr. Jenkins’ left hand. The blow to his nervous
system sent Mr. Jenkins to the floor, where, being a prince for
prudence and no mean strategist, he remained a-sprawl, feigning
death. This pretense imposed upon Cimarron who, after helping
himself to a drink at the expense, as he supposed, of Mr. Jenkins’
estate, shot a hole through the bar mirror in registration of his
contempt, and sauntered into the street.
Mr. Jenkins, following the going of Cimarron Bill, scrambled to his
feet, thrust a fresh cartridge into the empty barrel of the Greener,
and hastened to the door. Having advantage of the back of
Cimarron, that personage being distant forty yards, he poured a
charge from the Greener into him. As Cimarron went down, Mr.
Jenkins—who was no one to slight his work—unslewed the second
barrel. It went wild, and did no scathe beyond sending one buckshot
through the Ogallala Harbinger, which Mr. Sopris, chair tilted against
the front of the Cowboy’s Rest, was reading, while the balance of
the load shattered the front window of that justly popular resort. Mr.
Jenkins, believing that the honor of Ogallala had been retrieved,
sought the local doctor, while several unengaged members of the
public gathered about the prostrate Cimarron.
The luck which had attended upon Cimarron Bill during his stay in
Ogallala did not abandon him in his off-and-on duel with Mr. Jenkins.
Sundry of those cartridges which were as the provender of the
Greener had been filled with bird not buckshot, being designed for
the destruction of prairie hens. Mr. Jenkins, in the hurry of reloading
that right barrel, had selected a prairie-hen cartridge. So far from
resembling one of those diminutive fowls, Cimarron was a gentleman
of vitality and powers of recuperation. The birdshot peppered but did