“I am not heeled,” said Bull, on discovering his design.
“Go, then, and heel yourself,” said Peel, slapping him in the face.
Bull started, saying as he went,
“Peel, I’ll come back, sure.”
“When you come,” replied Peel, “come fighting.”
Bull went out and armed himself. While returning, he met William Knowlden, to whom he related the circumstances of the quarrel, and told him what disposition to make of his effects in case he was killed. Passing on, he met Peel coming out of the saloon, and fired three shots before Peel could draw his revolver. Each shot took effect, one in the neck, one in the face, and a third in the left breast. Peel fell and died without uttering a word. It was the general opinion that he was treated unfairly. Bull was indicted, tried, and his conviction failed by disagreement of the jury, which stood nine for acquittal, and three for a verdict of guilty. He left the country soon after.
On a plain slab in the graveyard at Helena is the following inscription:
Sacred
to the
Memory of