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Show 3k they came. I saw Rexy fall to the ground. At the same time, someone grabbed me from behind and pushed me facedown in the mud. When I scrambled to my feet and wiped the mud from my face, I could see no one. I just caught a glimpse of a dapple-gray horse turning a corner, I put my arms around Rexy's neck trying to help her up. But it was hopeless. She had been shot through the head, I tried to pull her over to the side of the street, but I could not, "Help," I called out, "Help me, please. Someone!" No one helped me. No one was on the street except Rexy and me. Finally I took off my shirt and covered Rexy's head. And walked away. I was in Skagway for two weeks, but I never went near that street again. At supper Mrs. Pullen continued her monologue. "You'll love the Mounties, especially you girls. British, you know. They are so handsome in their wide-brimmed hats and their bright red jackets with brass buttons. Ask for a button for a souvenir. They'll give you one. Pop it right off their jacket. They are good men, those Mounties." She went out to the kitchen and returned with a large tureen of soup, still talking. "Not like Soapy Smith," she said. "He acts kind, especially to women and children and, oh, yes, to animals. He looks like the |
