The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1867-06-13
THE PLAINTIFF NONSUITED.
BY J. o. CULVER.
ICONCLUDED.t
From the Atlantic Monthly.

What we had most to fear now was
that Wells 4 Co. would make an assign
ment, and leave us to fight it out with
mob of claiments, and get little or moth
ing at last. So we hurried along but it
soon came on dark, then darker, and fin
ally black, and we lost our way.
/ II believe we are going round and round,
said the Sheriff.
No, | think we must be all right
said Benway, for the mud has come on
the left side of my face ever since dark.
See here, my friend, you are night
birt,, said the sheriff to the counterfeiter.
Cant you do something handsome, and
smell your way out Of this scrape2'
Yes said he, If you Il let me get on
MY horse, he and | can take you to the
Fox Crossing on d bee-llue.
You are very intellectual young man
considering your occupation, said the
sheriff, and your kind intentions do you
honor; but [ guess We Il take the well for
the deed, and find our own way out.
what are you doing now?' inquired
Benway Of the sheriff. who was dismount-
ed and down in the grass.
Spreading a newspaper, he replied.
i want to see if we shall come to it again,
for | believe we are playing circle here !;
and about hundred yards further on he
spread out the other half Of the paper.
We went on again through the end
less, everlasting grass. and in about an
hour came to the paper--the horses snort
Ell aud turning one side to avoid 1t; and
then we came to the other piece.
This won't do, said the sheriff. We
have beat down d road, and the horses
f,i ,.r,,,I o,J ,o7,pJ
us camp; aud spreading his horse blan-
ket. we sat down on it near the buggy
Not quite SO noisy as NeW York, said
he after long silence, but it is better.
I've tried EN- both, and just for place
to i've in, now, wouldn' give this prairie
for the whole island, from Spuyten Duy-
vii down.
Then we sat there a long time, silently
watching the sky and presently, when
the clounds grew thin and vapory, the
moon came slowly out, shining full in our
faces
Good morning, good morning! = said
the sheriff, kissing his hand to her, as he
rose to his feet Now let's face about.
he continued, and keep the good old girl
straight behind US, and we shall go all
right
We had gone but short distance, he
said: I hear horses behind, and [ guess
they are counterfeiters, come to rescue
the prisoner. If they are part of your
gang, he said to the counterfeiter, and
attempt to rescue you, | give you fam
notice that the father of your children
may get hurt unless you keep quiet. The
man did not speak, but [ heard the chains
on his handouts rattle a little.
Who is that?' asked one of the horse
men, riding up behind.
I Some travellers, replied the sheriff
Your ont rather late; Have you met
/ the sheriff. asked the herseman.
All. ah!' said that official, IN a low
voice, drawing his pistol and cooking it;
/ I've a devilish good mind to pepper the
scoundrels. Are you loaded, benway?
No, [ have no pistol, he replied, in {
| low tone
I'm sorry, because we couldn livery
well hit amiss among them fellows, saIo
the sheriff, for they are desperate gang
| believe it would save the country sew
eral thousand dollars expense of grand
and petit Jurors, and board in jail, it
could only make a center shot, now.
/ / say, have you seen the sheriff. sale
the horseman again, riding still nearer
/ but keeping within easy reach of hi.
companions. S -
See here said the sheriff, reignine
his horse suddenly around in the patti
before them. I'm the sheriff of Thu
country, myself, and weigh hundred
and eighty pounds, when L IN light. I've
got one of your gang in irons-the grea
Mugwump himself, I reckon-strongl.
armed to tie teeth; so you just ride w
here and surrender. or we'll blow yol
through, and xiii old Mug, too. Ride
up mere now, or We'll fire.
Instead of obeying this sanguinar,
order, one of the party sang out. Ho- ht
hold on now, she-sheritf! don't shoe
your friends =
'Bahi' said the sheriff, lowering hi
pistol and turning about Disguised, 1t.
Oid Royce, l wonder what up now
W no is it?' said to Benway.
1T Is Roosevelt Lewis a lawyer, he re
piled. We call him Old Royce He.
out on that attachments suit against w elk
4 Co., and your friend Wakefield is witt
him, probably. Here, sheriff. said Ben
way. ride back and give him this bottle