J. W. Duffield

assembled quickly in case of need, it assured the West against the “yellow peril” that loomed up on the other side of the sea.

You can’t make me believe that thet machine has got the strength o’ seven hosses in it, nohow. It ain’t reasonable.

You might hunt me up the hind foot of a rabbit, shot by a cross-eyed coon in a graveyard, in the ‘dark of the moon,’ if you want to make sure of my winning,” jested Bert. “But, seriously, fellows, I’m