Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-06-06
dubious ears as he followed Miners roam

dubious ears as he followed Miners roam
carefully into the darkness. For few
minutes all objects were indistinguish-
able. Looking up saw g narrow white
line drawn at an incalculable height
across the blackness above us. It was
the sky. Our horses feet on the hard
rock alone broke the silence. Presently
faint white glow appeared to broaden
and brighten before and around u.s.. The
white line became broad strip, and the
cliff SUBMITS were lower and further
apart
Now then, pick up your feet, Jock"
observed Miner to his horse, and added
over his shoulder, "Come ahead at your
best. We've no time to lose"
And strange, hollow echoes of hurying
hoofs went flying down the pass.
Well, we baff1ed them that time, and
in due course came to Montresa, where
we put up for a night at a dirty little
inn. Marty was worn out, and the
horses needed rest. We felt secure from
pursuit. Next morning we were to
resume our journey.
The horses were saddled in the dirty
little courtyard. We stood by them set
thing with the innkeeper There seemed
10 be g number of men lounging about.
There were coarse red curtains drawn
at one front window of the low, ramb-
ling building, and Herries happened to
remark on the fact
"An American lady, senores, who is
travelling. She looks almost i'll. She
starts also this morning."
"BY the great-' shouted Miner.
breaking off in the middle of his exple-
tive.
Surrender! Down with your pis-
toll"
cpl be shot first!" shrieks Miner in
fury, firing right and left. Cracks,
shouts, yells; tornado of bullets,
smoke, hoofs, and mounted men. Che
veignac reared-I caught his bride.
Marty caught my other arm. Thus for
an instant hampered | saw George Mar
riott, revolver in hand, rein his foaming
horse ten feet away-saw the flash and
heard the report There was Just one
thing that saved me. He aimed at my
heart; and then-ah, then-little Marty,
with a shrek, sprung up from the
ground, Selling at my shoulder and chest
to shield me. She gave a sharp, gasping
cry, loosed her hold, and fell as Herries
fired his sixth shot, and [ saw George
Marriott reel and clap his hand to his
breast. But | cared for nothing more
as | lifted the little child-shot through
the back by her own fathers hand-and
got her in out Of the melee.
For the men who were lounging about
had, in a body attacked Marriott's party,
and, aided by Herries and Miner, were
getting the best of it. l shouted for
the innkeeper, who, like a coward, had
vanished at the first shot, when the door
of the curtained room suddenly opened
on the long, dirty public apartment, and
[ saw-whom? [ recoiled as at a ghost
"My God-my Godl"
A wild, terrible cry of a mothers an
guish. :" Marty, my little Marly-mam-
mas precious little child! Give her
here-give her to me! My little ANGEL"
" Emma, Emma! you will faint. you
will drop dead! Let me lay her on your
bed"
1t was rough enough couch of straw
covered with blankets, but the best the
inn afforded
Emma Marriott, with officers of the
law, lad tracked her lost child across the
country, only to find her, in this sad,
strange way, in the valley of the shadow
of death. Slowly the dark eyes opened,
and filled with inefable happiness.
A" have found my mamma" she
whispered softly, with her arms around
Emma's neck.
Miner and Herries hurried to the door.
" We've whipped the consarned ras-
Gals, and Marriott's got his death
wound, [ reckon" cried the latter, and
then, starting suddenly, exclaimed:
F." What! Good heavens! he haint shot
the
"Hush-hush, my friend 1t is all of
no avail, now. Thank God, her mother
is here"
Tell papa I forgive him." the child
and fell back dead