Peel sheathed his pistol at the moment, and, taking Robinson by the hand, replied, “No; you must excuse me. I beg a thousand pardons, but I was very angry. You’re the only friend I have in this country. Conley has treated me like a dog. All of ’em have. I have fed them for weeks in my own house, when they had nothing to eat. My wife has cooked, and washed and ironed their clothes for them, and this is the return I get for it.” He then started to leave, but, as if suddenly reminded that he had neglected to say something, he returned; and while the tears, which he vainly tried to suppress, were streaming down his cheeks, he said, “I’ll certainly repay this money. I would rather die than wrong you out of it.” He had been gone about twenty minutes when shots were heard. “I reckon,” said Robinson, starting for the door, “that Peel has killed Conley.” All followed, but they found that the exchange of shots was between Peel and Rucker, the latter the proprietor of a faro bank on Commercial Street, where Peel had gone and staked his money on the turn of a card. Rucker, perceiving it, pushed the money away, remarking, in a contemptuous tone, “I don’t want your game.” Smarting under the insult conveyed in these words, Peel raised a chair to hit Rucker on the head. Rucker fled through the rear door of the building, and entered Miller’s store adjoining, the back stairs of which he hurriedly ascended, drawing his revolver by the way. Peel soon after went into the store by the front door, and inquired for Miller, who was absent. Sauntering to the rear of the apartment, which was but dimly lighted, he came suddenly upon Rucker, who had just descended the stairs, and, with revolver in hand, was waiting his approach. “What do you want of me?” inquired Rucker, thrusting his pistol against Peel’s side. “Great God!” was Peel’s instant exclamation, drawing and cocking his pistol with lightning rapidity. Their simultaneous fire gave but a single report, and both fell, emptying their pistols after they were down. Peel was wounded in the thigh, through the cheek, and in the shoulder. Rucker, hit every time, was mortally wounded, and died in a few moments. Peel was conveyed to the Salt Lake House, where his wounds received care.