a curtain drawn; the lamp so placed that shadows of the two men inside the room were thrown on the window blind.
A shot was heard.
Crash went the glass, and both the players sprang to their feet, stung with the pain of gunshot wounds.
Two loaded guns were in the room.
Each seized a weapon, and prepared to fire.
A scurry of retiring feet was heard beyond the fence.
, though bleeding fast, rushed to the door, lifted the latch, and stepped into the yard.
Retreating steps could still be heard, though faintly, in the scrub; but in the darkness of night, and with his bleeding wounds, the sheriff was unable to give chase.
When help arrived, Sisney
was found to be seriously hurt.
One arm was blown to pieces; a mass of squirrel shot was lodged in his side and breast.
was hurt still more, and no one thought he could survive the night.
No less than thirteen slugs and other small shot had passed into his chest.
Next morning, Carterville was all astir.
On close examination of the fields about the homestead, marks were found, which showed that the assassin had taken off his shoes, and crept through the