Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1873-07-31
Mr. Rnoer took note of this demon.

stration, and, with very business
like air, examined the contents of his
holsters. He also noticed that patch
ed noses and heads, and canes and
.crutches,s were the .predominating
features inthe group Of Ten Milers,
with an occasional closed eye and
bandaged hand to vary the monoto-
ny.
Miss Fanny Borlpn, from her win
dow at the Ten Mile House, also 40
ticed the dilapielated looks of the
trequenters OF the Miners Home, and
and wondered if they kepta hospital
there. Then she saw Mr.. Ruger,
and bowed and smiled as he drew up
ut her window.
$50 you arrived all safe, Miss Bor,
Ian? How do you like the place 2
Better than the inhabitants, she
answered, with a glance over the
way. Than those, l mean. Is it a
hospital ?"
For the present, l believe 1t IS.
"And will be for some time to
come, if they all stay till they're
cured. But have you seen Jack ?"
"Yes-last evening. He was very
sorry that he could not wait for you
but it may be as well, however. He
has gone down 10 San Francisco, and
he will wait for you there. The
stage leaves here in about two hours,
and I advise you to take passage in
it, if you are not too much fatigued.
I'm not tired bit, Mr.. Ruger.
will go back. Thank you for the
trouble you have taken"
No trouble, Miss Borlan. Give
my respects to Jack, and tell him
will be down in a week or two.
Good-morning."
While talking, Mr.. Ruger had
about evenly divided his glances be-
tween the very beautiful face of Fan
ny Borlan and the somewhat express
sive countenances of the Ten Milers.
Not that he found anything to admire
in their damaged physiognor:ies, but
he never wholly ignored the presence
Of any one.
"Good-ln morning. gentlemen" he
said. as he rode up in trout of them
Not to you Ton Rager," F" spoke a
tall Ten Miler--tlle only one, by-the-
way, who cad come out of The pre-
vious days trial unscra;ched. Z" Not
to you, Tom Ruger Where's Bor-
Ian p
HIS gone down the coast on bust
ness" SAID Ruger, and may not be
back for several months.
Well not wait for lin, was the
miners reply,
At the same time he drew a re-
volver.
"You had better wait. said Ruger
also producing revolver.
The Ten Miller paused, and looked
around at his companions. They
did not present formidable array ol
fighting stock. In fact they were
the sorest-looking men that Ten Mile
Gulc1h ever saw and as the unscathed
surveyed them, he seemed to think
he lad better wait.
You'll wait for Mr.. Borian ?"
queried Ruger.
Z" reckon we'd better" answered
the unscathed.
And, while you are waiting, You
hal better take ii cursory glance at
Mr.. Watson" suggested Ruger. O. Al
the present time he is reposing in tile
shade of an acacia-bnsh, just back ol
the late lamented William Fosters
rural habitation. Good morning, gen
tlemen; and don't get impatient" F"
If Mr.. Ruger had any fear of treach-
cry, he did not exhibit it. for he never
turned his head as he rode off toward
the valley. Nor was there any dan
ger; for beneath his suggestions
about Mr.. Watson the unscathed had
detected thing or two.
I'm glad we waited, he said. 81
begin to see a thing or two. Them
as is able will follow me up the
Gnlch." "
About half a score went with him
Mr.. Watson was still enjoying the
shade Of the acacia-bush. In fact, he
couldn't get away, which Mr.. Rugei
we'll knew.
Its all up with me, Gulchers.
whispered Watson. :" Ruger was toe
many for me, and I ought to have
known it. You'll find Bill Fosters
dust in a flour in my cabin. My
respects to Borlan when you see him
and tell HIN I beg his pardon for dis
commoding him Give what dust is
honestly mine to him. It's all l can
do now. Good-by, boys. I'm jest
played out; bat take my advice and
never buck against :'om Ruger. He's
too many Tor any dozen chaps on the
coast. knew twas all up with me
the minute Tom came in, for he can
look right through fcllers heart.
But never mind! It's too late to
hel p it now. l staked everything |
had against Fosters pie, and In
beat, beat, beat T.
These were the last words Mr..
Bob Watson ever spoke, as many a
surviving Ten Miller will tell you.
and they buried him in the spot where
he died. without any beautiful stone
to mark the place.
CHAPTER'IV.
Miss Fanny Borland found Jack
awaiting her at San Francisco.
What made YOU run away 2
Why. Fanny, didn't Tom tell you
about it ?" qaerie'l Jack.
Ton? Oh, y'n mean ..r. Kruger.