. California; an intimate history. ess-wagon, suddenly stepped out ofthe fog, threw off his cloak, and pointed a large navy re-volver at Kings breast. Even he, it would appear, hadhis nerves, for he cried out excitedly: Are you armed? Defend yourself! Come on! De-fend yourself! But he was probably unconscious of his words, for hefired as he spoke. His victim had no time to draw hispistol. King staggered into the Pacific Express building on thecorner. The only other person visible seems to have beenCaseys friend, Ned McGowan, who scuttled up Wash-ington Street; and no one behind walls noticed a
. California; an intimate history. ess-wagon, suddenly stepped out ofthe fog, threw off his cloak, and pointed a large navy re-volver at Kings breast. Even he, it would appear, hadhis nerves, for he cried out excitedly: Are you armed? Defend yourself! Come on! De-fend yourself! But he was probably unconscious of his words, for hefired as he spoke. His victim had no time to draw hispistol. King staggered into the Pacific Express building on thecorner. The only other person visible seems to have beenCaseys friend, Ned McGowan, who scuttled up Wash-ington Street; and no one behind walls noticed anythingso common as a pistol-shot until King appeared, stum-bling and fainting, in the office of the Pacific ExpressCompany. Then he was tenderly cared for, messengerswere despatched post-haste for surgeons, and a bed wasimprovised. When the surgeons arrived they found thatthe ball had entered the left breast and gone out of thebody imder the left shoulder-blade. There could be nodoubt that the wound was mortal. He was in great186. It. ^M/^A f^ ^ff^ ^B|> ^ ^ ^ i ^ji^ Hi^^ «^ ^^¥ 1 rfr-
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