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I got mad at this, and told her that if she had come to that agin, _I'd_ have a hand in too; and as soon as I turned into the house as if to get a pistol--I only had an old rusty one with a broken lock, but had an idea that I could some way use it--she blazed away at me, the ball going through the front door and driving the splinters into my clothes. As she didn't know whether she had hit me or not, she drove away at full gallop, and I've never sot eyes on her since.