He fired as we came
up, and dropped poor old Chester. I thought he was killed at first, but
it turned out it was only his leg. I got going then. I emptied all the
six chambers of my revolver, and missed him clean every time. In the
meantime he got me in the right shoulder. Hurt like sin afterwards,
though it was only a sort of dull shock at the moment. The next item
of the programme was a forward move in force on the part of the enemy.
The man had got his knife out now--why he didn't shoot again I don't
know--and toddled over in our direction to finish us off. Chester was
unconscious, and it was any money on the Gaucho, when I happened to
catch sight of Chester's pistol, which had fallen just by where I came
down. I picked it up, and loosed off. Missed the first shot, but got
him with the second in the ankle at about two yards; and his day's
work was done. That's the painful story. Danvers says he's getting
writer's cramp, so I shall have to stop....'"
"By Jove!" said Mike.
"What a dreadful thing!" said Mrs. Jackson.
"Anyhow, it was practically a bushranger," said Phyllis.
"I told you it was a duel, and so it was," said Marjory.
"What a terrible experience for the poor boy!" said Mrs. Jackson.
"Much better than being in a beastly bank," said Mike, summing up.
"I'm glad he's having such a ripping time.
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