Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1869-04-28


away east, the black mare trotting smooth
and square, the bay horse galloping close
behind. We had the wagon cover up;
the Parson leaned back in his corner and
smoked. When one cigar burned short,
he lighted another and smoked on. |
did not turn my head or eyes, but |
watched him all the while. Though he
appeared so careless, I felt that he watch
ed my every motion. / saw that he knew
nothing of the roads, l made up my
mind how l should drive, and drove on
steadily. | knew that any hesitation
would betray me. took every turn and
corner as certainly as if | had been driving
my own brown Driver home, instead of
| this wild robbers race across country,
| with that lie faced, fine clothed william for
| my companion, and the end Of the jour
ney less than an hour off, but God alone
knew what or where
We sat and whirled on in silence. [
kept the mare at a steady, rolling pace,
never slackeaed for rise or de5 cent. AS
we skirted round the base Of Lookout
Hill, and turned south at Kerrimain Mill,
he out his watch, knocked the ashes off
his cigar, and held the spark close to the
crystal. 1t was half past eleven. We
curved round to the east and turned the
corner sharply to the right.
is this the Ocean road!"
"Yes"
We bowled away down it. I had my
mind made up. At Browner's FORK the
Shore road splits of and bends west. The
angle at the Junction is SO sharp, the two
roads so nearly alike, that no stranger
could say which was the straight road
and which She branch. When we came
to the fork I held her head west and took
the road to Shore He seemed to doubt
ne here. He put his head out and look
ell down the other road. Turning again,
lie eyed me keenly. | chirrupcd to the
mare and swept ahead.
as this the right road Z" he said, his
eyes upon my face.
'This is the right road Right, yes
but hardly for Caramore.
where does the other lead ?"
felt that defiance was my only course
now. pulled up the mare. faced him
full and square.
"Tll drive the other road if you like.
sect upv' he called to the mare
"Let her go, do you hear 2"
He glared at me fercely; his hand
leaped up to his breast, lifted the flap of
his coat. Dimly | saw the hit of a
sheath.knife under the fold.
"Young man." he said, ''if you play
me foul, I'll put my knife through your
heart"
I gave him no answer. I gave him
glance for glance, turned my face and
drove on. I understood him. He had
made sure of finding the money upon me.
Failing that he had thought that | might
possibly drive him right At half past
twelve we struck the Caramore road at
last, and rolled along it, heading for home.
The Parson was plainly uneasy; I
heard the bay horse still galloping be-
hind The mare was getting much dis
tressed her breathing sounded plainly,
quick and hard. "Is this the Caramore
road ?' His face had bafaed, murder
Gus look.
his IS the OdIdlBOF6 TudU
''How far is it now 2"
GFour miles and a half" -Four miles
and half behind
He leaned forward and looked in my
face. gave him back as good. Again
his hand stole back to his breast.
"You said it was seventeen miles
We've come twenty and more. What dc
you mean ?"
"I mean it's FIVE miles to Caramore. !"
/ looked him straight in the eyes
straight and defiant I never saw such 9
look in another face as ho gav5 me then
His hand WAS in his breast.
eff we're not in Caramore in half al
hour his words came slow and wick ed
ly calm-"Ill put you out of trouble"
/ He leaned back and [ drove on. ]
never wanted to kill but one man.
think I know how murderer feels wht
beats and tramplea a mans life out in
sudden fury Of b te. I hated that white
faced william with murderous hate.
ionged to have him alone in some wilC
place, with only my hands aud MS 70
armor, and none between US two.
The end was near. But it was not yet