You've been playing some dodge on me, and, by God! you shall pay for it.' With that he rushed straight at the colonel.

The colonel, he stepped on one side and let him pass.

Then he went after him to the door, waited till he was about fifteen yards off, then up with his revolver, as cool as you like, and shot him as clean as a sixpence in the right leg.

Down came Mr.Carr; he lay there a minute or two cursing, and then he fainted.

'Pick him up, dress his wound, and put him to bed,' says the colonel.