Idaho's face lost its smile and became distorted with fury as he
replied, spitting out his words, 'She--is--where you will be before I am
done with you.'
'Ah! you murdered her too! You'll hang some beautiful day, Idaho,' said
Graeme, as Idaho sprang upon him.
Graeme dodged his blow and caught his forearm with his left hand and
held up high the murderous knife. Back and forward they swayed over the
floor, slippery with whisky, the knife held high in the air. I wondered
why Graeme did not strike, and then I saw his right hand hung limp from
the wrist. The men were crowding upon the barricade. I was in despair.
Graeme's strength was going fast. With a yell of exultant fury Idaho
threw himself with all his weight upon Graeme, who could only cling to
him. They swayed together towards me, but as they fell I brought down
my bar upon the upraised hand and sent the knife flying across the room.
Idaho's howl of rage and pain was mingled with a shout from below, and
there, dashing the crowd right and left, came old Nelson, followed by
Abe, Sandy, Baptiste, Shaw, and others.
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