. The call to the colors . to make spasmodic jerks back-ward, carrying Jimmy with him, in an endeavorto free his knife hand. Jimmy was grimly realiz-ing that at last he had the upper hand over hisslippery foe; if only he could snatch at his pistolholster! Jerk after jerk the Yaqui gave to his slipperyarm. *Let him have it! thought Jimmy. 1*11jump back, too, and draw! And then, like a knell to his hopes, he hearda clatter on the rocks. His blue automatic pistolhad fallen. In the struggle it was soon left arod away. Then I just got to handle you!muttered Corporal May, or good-night to thedispatc
. The call to the colors . to make spasmodic jerks back-ward, carrying Jimmy with him, in an endeavorto free his knife hand. Jimmy was grimly realiz-ing that at last he had the upper hand over hisslippery foe; if only he could snatch at his pistolholster! Jerk after jerk the Yaqui gave to his slipperyarm. *Let him have it! thought Jimmy. 1*11jump back, too, and draw! And then, like a knell to his hopes, he hearda clatter on the rocks. His blue automatic pistolhad fallen. In the struggle it was soon left arod away. Then I just got to handle you!muttered Corporal May, or good-night to thedispatches, and me, too! The foemans drawn, lean face was close to Jimmys own, with the dark eyes glaring. He tried to bite at the Americans neck and Jimmy hurled his head back with smashing lunges of his shoulder. Try as he might he could not bend the Indians knife arm back or down. To hold it out and locked tight, at the wrist, was the best Jimmy had. His own strength was ebbing now. Maybe hes got me, thought the Corporal, 138. He could not bend the Indians knife arm back ordown. PUBLIC LIBRARY A=OP. LENOX AMIGO winded and beaten, but maybe he can out-gameme, too! They were both exhausted now, fighting andreeling over the cobbles. Throw him! Jimmy muttered, and suddenlyhe let go his left hand from under the Yaquisshoulder, seized him lower and then lifted. Thenext second he had his enemy in the air andstaggering blindly back he swung the lean bodyhigh as he could and let go. Six feet awayJimmy, half-blinded by his own sweat, saw theIndian strike, but like a cat, upon his feet, andthen stumble to his knees. With his last strengthCorporal May rushed to beat him down. But he saw the foeman floundering forwardon hands and knees just as he realized that hisown feet were heavy in thick, wet sand. ThenJimmy also came down on all fours. There, six feet apart, the two combatantscrouched glaring at each other. And Jimmysaw a sudden curious fear grow over the Yaquisface. Quicksand! gasped Corp
Size: 1273px × 1962px
Photo credit: © Reading Room 2020 / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookau, bookcentury1900, bookdecade1910, bookidcalltocolors00jack
