He was a lean feller with a sticking out jaw, and one of his eyes was in
a kind of a black pocket, and he was jest natcherally laying it off to
about a dozen fellers that was in a little knot around him.
The doctor sees the main part of the crowd going and climbs down off'n
the wagon. As he does so that hull bunch of about a dozen moves in under
the rope, and some more that was going out seen it, and stopped and come
back.
“Perfessor,” says the man with the patch over his eye to Doctor Kirby,
“you say this man Ackerman is dead?”
“Yes,” says the doctor, eying him over, “he's dead.”
“How did he die?” asts the feller.
“He died hard, I understand,” says the doctor, careless-like.
“Fell out of his balloon?”
“Yes.”
“This aeronaut trade is a dangerous trade, I hear,” says the feller with
the patch on his eye.
“They say so,” says Doctor Kirby, easy-like.
“Was you ever an aeronaut yourself?” asts the feller.
“No,” says the doctor.
“Never been up in a balloon?”
“No.”
“Well, you're going up in one this afternoon!”
“What do you mean?” asts Doctor Kirby.
“We've come out to see a balloon ascension--and we're going to see it,
too.”
And with that the hull crowd made a rush at the doctor.
Well, I been in fights before that, and I been in fights since then. But
I never been in no harder one. The doctor and the two Blanchet brothers
and me managed to get backed up agin the fence in a row when the rush
come. I guess I done my share, and I guess the Blanchet brothers done
theirn, too. But they was too many of 'em for us--too dern many. It
wouldn't of ended as quick as it did if Doctor Kirby hadn't gone clean
crazy. His back was to the fence, and he cleaned out everything in front
of him, and then he give a wild roar jest like a bull and rushed that
hull gang--twenty men, they was--with his head down. He caught two
fellers, one in each hand, and he cracked their heads together, and he
caught two more, and done the same. But he orter never took his back
away from that fence. The hull gang closed in on him, and down he went
at the bottom of a pile. I was awful busy myself, but I seen that pile
moving and churning. Then I made a big mistake myself. I kicked a feller
in the stomach, and another feller caught my leg, and down I went. Fur
a half a minute I never knowed nothing. And when I come to I was all
mashed about the face, and two fellers was sitting on me.
The crowd was tying Doctor Kirby to that parachute. They straddled
legs over the parachute bar, and tied his feet below it. He was still
fighting, but they was too many fur him. They left his arms untied, but
they held 'em, and then--
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