Synopsis

“Bang! Bang! Bang!” It was the sound of a big revolver being fired rapidly. “Hi, there! Who you shootin’ at?” yelled a voice. Miners ran from rude shacks and huts to see what the trouble was. Down the valley, in front of a log cabin, there was a cloud of smoke. “Who’s killed? What’s the matter? Is it a fight?” were questions the men asked rapidly of each other. Down by the cabin whence the shots sounded, and where the white vapor was rolling away, a Chinaman was observed dancing about on one foot, holding the other in his hands.