The Bloomfield times. [volume] (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1867-187?, 1872-10-22

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Yes, durn it don't 1 knowp'
"But said," the fastidious stranger,
may be you didn't tell the news right a
wayP"
eyes, did,"
"And brought it straight from Marys-
villep"
eyes"
"All right. I've lost Now for the
drinks. Give us your hand, Dave Long"
Thar 1t is, stranger"
With movement so quick that the eve
could not follow it, the inquisitive stranger
snatched both the hands of Dave Long,
brought them together, and the astonished
spectators saw their comrade standing with
a pair of handouts ON his wrists. They
also saw the newly-arrived, the man who
had been asleep for twenty-four hours, the
man with the mild name of Blossom, stand
ing at their burly comrades elbow, with
a firm hand on his collar and a revolver at
his temple.
"You're my prisoner! Move an inch,
and you're dead man. arrest you for
the murder of Mrs. Wolf am Detective
Black, of, Sacramento. Neighbors, I've
lost the bet."
Long was fairly paralyzed. He could
neither move or speak.
A clamor arose among his comrades.
Stranger, no nonsense. Dave Long
never done such thing. He's above such
a crime: Let him go. We can't stand
here an6--"
" Stand back !' said the fearless officer.
cit will go hard with any one who inter-
feres. This man is guilty, and l can con-
vince you"
How do you know2'
Keep cool, and I'll tell you. He came
here yesterday morning at ten o'clock, and
told you all about murder that was not
discovered in Marysville until nine O'Clock.
Did he walk fifteen miles in one hour?"
David Long was as pale as death and he
stood trembling from head to foot-the
picture of guilt. His comrades looked on.
bewildered.
You see," continued Black by way of
further explanation, "it was ON his guilty
mind, and he couldn't help blurting it out,
considering, of course, that the murder
would be discovered at daylight, or sooner.
Luckily it was not known till nine o'clock
except to the murderer, and he has very
kindly volunteered to expose himself"
"Curse my tongue" exclaimed the cul-
prit, grinding his teeth with rage and fear.
81 wish it had been torn out -
"There's always something" remarked
the detective quietly. You left no trace
not shred, or thread, or shoe string, or
even hair; but you came right up here
and told on yourself"
exclaimed one of his comrades, reproach-
fully.
The crestfallen wretch hung his head,
and seemed ready to sink to the earth.
| You poor devil" said another of his
mess. Who'd have thought? If wasn't
for old times sake, we'd string you up.
Take him away, Mr.. Black let us see him
no more"
If the camp finds it out, they'll lynch
him before you can get away with him."
suggested another.
Filled with terror, at this prospect, Long
determined to make one desperate move
for life. With sudden spring, he released
himself from the detective, and darted
away toward the thicket not far off. He
had some hope that his speed might bear
him away beyond the immediate reach of
Black or the others, where he could work
off his manacles. But tho agile officer
bounded after him, and, before he had gone
thirty yards, seized him again by the col
lar and dragged him down.
Maddened at his situation, the prisoner
commenced fierce but hopeless struggle,
attempting with kicks and blows, to infiict
some injury on his captor; but Black,
whose strength was extraordinary, cutched
him by the throat and soon overpowered
him.
",Look here, said he somewhat heated,
you carry on this way, the camp will
learn what you've done, and hang you to
tree and I'll not hinder them. If you will
go quietly can promise you fair trial,
and you may not be hanged for weeks yet"
"L--l-let me-up," he faltered, " and
I'll so with you"
"And give me no further trouble 9n
"No."
The dread of being lynched had mighty
influence on him.
"see that you keep your word, then.
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