Los Angeles daily herald., 1876-04-23

have said much about it. But that
eucher OH a lone hand was too much
for me! When we had got out to the
fresh air and had settled a couple of
drinks into US, we felt cooler and more
like reason. I told my partner,
'Frenchy,' that l didn't like the way
the thing turned. He said no more
did he. | said furthermore that it was
a gosh-almighty, gol-darned shame to
hang man on the turn Of the cards,
and what was more, / didn't think
the last hand was square. No more
did Frenchy think so. Then we set
to talking the thing over in dead ear
nest, and we settled it that the Dutch
man oughtn't to be hung and that he
shouldn't be if we could help it.
Frenchy worked himself up somewhat
talking about itand he said, See here,
| pardner, if you'll engage to get that
guard away from the corral for ten
minutes tonight I'll get the Dutch
man OUT
"There was no such thing as Jail
with Us then, and the Dutchman was
kept in kind of stockade, or corral,
with a guard stationed outside to
watch things. So we settled it that
Frenchy should do the heavy business
and / the skirmishing. We got two
or three other jurors of our side
into the game. Among us we made
up purse to help the Dutchman off
when once out of quod, and one of the
boys gave mule for him to ride. Ev-
erything settled fairly in our plans,
and about dusk we set out for busi-
ness.
"While Frenchy sneaked up behind
the stockade, with fellow along to
lend him hand, Tim Sullivan and I,
(Tim was in with us we walked up to
the guard kind of careless like and got
into a conversation with him. BY
and by proposed that we all go over
to the. saloon and have something.
The guard said he'd like to well
enough, but he couldn't leave his beat.
Then Tim he spoke up and said if it
would be any accommodation he'd
stand guard for the fellow, las he didn't
care much about drinking anyhow.
So the guard told Tim he'd be much
obliged if he would for about minute
or so. He cautioned Tim to walk
around the stockade and have his
weather eye about him, for something
might happen. Tim said he would do
all that and then we went over to the
gin shop. We was only going to be
gone minute by the watch, you see,
but that minute was rayther long
one. When we had fooled around for
half all hour or so the guard said he'd
go back, but he looked out of the door
and saw Tim walking around the
stockade as quiet and contented like
as though he was marching to fune-
raj. Things being all right we had
another glass or two and another half
hour passed by. Then Tim thought
he was getting too much of good
thing, guess, and he commenced to
whistle and thump on the logs as if he
wanted to be let out of the job.
sour party broke up and the guard
resumed his walk around the stOckade,
keeping close watch all night over his
prisoner. In the morning when the
Sheriff went to take in breakfast to the
Dutchman, it appears the Dutchman
wasn't at home. He had got out and
gone somehow. None of us seemed to
know mi uch about it but somebody had
an idea that he was a good many
miles away, straddling mule and
travelling lin cog so to speak.
"There was another man missing
from the camp. Pike the gentle
man from Missouri, had gently slid
out during the night. The next day,
a party which went after Mr.. Pike
brought him back. They brought back
likewise several bags of dust that
weighed nigh onto hundred ounces.
After all think it was Pike that was
euchered on lone hand"