White Cloud Kansas chief. [volume] (White Cloud, Kan.) 1857-1872, 1859-05-19

the forest trees, he would shout, "Ga-lang
you critter, the game is ahead some
where" and the horse would resume hi
old pace.
But this perseverance, was not to g
long unrewarded: for he had scarcely puI
the village of Brunswick five miles be-
hind him, when he deserted the object o
his search short distance ahead, anG
travelling at such gait as convinced hin
that Ensign Spencer had little reason tC
] thank Malachi d oolittle for his handicraft
As the matter stood. it was no great feat fol
the sorrel or apprentice to rein up by The
side of the officer, in the space Of few
moments.
1t was too dark for Spencer to.recog'
nize his new acquaintance of the smithey
"Fine evening, Squire" said Malachi
"sleighing will be first rate to- morrow, i
it continues to come down this way"
There we don't agree, FRIEND" said
Spencer, placing his hand, by way o.
precaution, upon one of his pistols, ''fol
the night, to my mind, is cursed dark
and stormy one"
"Well tits something dark, that's 8
fact" was Malachi's response. "for q
man that's got considerable distance to
ride. Got a fine horse? 1 can't see. fol
sartin. Critter goes kinder lame, don't
he 90
"Yes, thanks to a bungling fellow that
shod him two hours ago. shall not be
able to reach my destination by day
light"
"Rather guess you won't, Squire, al
the rate you are travelling now. Trenton
is long way off yet, and it is a rough
road to travel. Now, Squire, seein' it's
you, | wouldn't mind swappin' horses
Old Sorrel is sure-footed, and only ten
years old, come next grass though
should require little boot, under the cir.
eumstanceS-notC Continental, but in hard
Spanish, and I'LL y -a
"Hold on. friend, for heavens sake.
have no wish to trade horses at any rate,
and your loquacity is perfectly over
whelming. l have but one question to
ask, and you can act your own pleasure
in answering it. Who gave the informa-
ton that l was travelling to Trenton 90
''Jest as slick as greese, Squire. Yor
are on our side. Cod save King George
and down with the rebels. 1 am Malachi
Doolittle, Jonas Hutton's apprentice boy
who shod your critter this very night
and it appears it was so confounded dark
in the shop. that 1 made pesky job o.
it,"
"Peslly job, indeed" said Spencer
"Why my horse is going dead lame, and
| must be in Trenton by tomorrow NOR
ning-my business is Of the most vital
Importance"
"Conld / not do the business for yon?''
said Malachi. "You can go back to
Squire Hutton's, while 1 will carry the
dispatches you bear about you, to the
British camp"
"No," said Spencer, with laugh
''that would hardly do. A British officer
placing important dispatches in the hands
of blaeksRfith's apprentice, is altogether
out of the question" an +
"By Judas, I've got it p' exclaimed
Malachi, as ifstruck by sudden thought;
ave will swap horses for the present.
I'll take your critter back to Hutton's,
and doctor him till you call for him. and
lend you old Sorrel-he is Just as fresh
now as when he left the stable, and can
keep the same gait for four and-twenty
hours to come" -it ri i.r'lf
Ensign Spencer was delighted with the
proposition, and, hating at favorable
place. they both dismouted to make the
exchange But no sooner had the officers
feet touched the ground, than he found
himself in the close embrace of tall Nal
achi. EToFIL Raw
"Now, Squire" he exclaimed. "before
it comes to a worse russell, I'll trouble
you to fork over them papers" riT
"Why, what do you mean. you ple-
beian hound," said Spencer, "by insult
ing an officer of King George ?" strug-
Cling to free himself from the iron grasp
Of the blacksmith's apprentice.
"Mean jest what say. you darned
contankerous Tory varmint. Hurrah for
George Washington and the Continental
Congress. Kiss Mary again, will You?
Well, I'm not going to be cruel, b1t if
You don't fork over them papers in jiffy,
BY the sixteenth chapter of Revelations.
I'll make mince meat of you III will,
by Judas p dIte E.uva ysiaal
Don't throttle me p exclaimed Spen-
Ger. (for Malachi's grip at his throat had
been tightening every instant, "and they
are yours rio = liLf alai''t ~ i'a'
Don't you attempt to come any Of
your games. you Tory varmint. l can
out-run. out-jump, or out-wrestle, any
thing in our diggins. and
"Such is not my intention. There are
the papers, much good may they do you.
And now be kind enough to release my
collar" r -. Z, 81 i
"Wait a bit, Squire-so no. Sorrel-
must make all right - and. at the same
moment, he let go of Spencer, he leaped
into the saddle. Good night, Squire,
and pleasant dreams" go :.
Spencer instantly aimed one of his
pistols point blank at Malaehis but it
missed Gre. he dashed it to the ground,
with curse, and levellsd'the other--the
trigger clicked. but there was no dis
charge. g. rs ~ a. fsst7o rcd ssf