The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-11-27

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With my heart in my mo stoop
ed to feel his white legs leet.-
Yes, they were whiteBa too,
The trappings had been \ enoff my
own horse at the in and esferred
to this worthless animal, lish had
en3whitewashed over initiate
mine.
This discovery brought dappall.
ing Interpretation of the looming
horsemen. / gave the hrse the
whip soon as his unstable 5 were
well undethim, and sent III scour,
ing on ahead, while Iran ION foot
to the right, making ford litle. hol-
low | discerned in the distace. II
pfeyed.to be a shallow, dis rayinei
and here, to my profound stonish'
nent, | discovered a low abin, oi
hut, about the dimensions 4 an or
dinary log house.
Dashing up to,this, TgaNa rapid
succession of knocks, Apals shrink
ing, and covering woman opened
the door.
."What was it?" was hef question,
noticing my breathless hast go
ais there any chahceto HE hefe2
Ny. horse has thrown me, id | be-
liege a party ofydespetadoes IRE close
up withme.n.. y "
She mechanically. closed Ihe door
behind me, before Thed fhilhed My
explanation.
"No, no; there is. no plael" she
gasped. her ear catching tR sound
of the.coming phorsGme6; IThis is
all; my eyeshad been seellig for a
place of conceaImetfs but intyain,-
Suddenly they rested on a dirk -ob,
ject in the far cornergl. u
But this-what's tlIisaps I ex:
claimed, making a rush for 4
'"Ifs a coffin. Getin quict." "
I had barely time, to place myself
in this receptacle for the deal, when
the hoarse voice ::of Bill Wolf was
heard outside.
"Hore, you Dich Is'Ditk iere?'
The woman opened ahe.door.
"He has not come back yeti" she
replied, ~,
"oh, not yeti Jehny. Shsge. you
heard a.hoseman go BY yonasf2p
"Ycs, just now !, y
Dnvfng on like the devilEehs
"Going FAST" she answered. .''You
might perhaps hear its tracks still" /"
she added.
But Bill Wolf must have been of a
suspicious nature. Iheard him leap
from his horse. For the life of me |
could not help pushing up the coffin
lid and looking through the chink.
A fire was burning on the stone
hearth. Bill Wolf had a hand on
each door post. His brutal head was
thrust inside the from, peering
about.
"Whats that2" he questioned,
pointing to my retreat.
ats Stafler's co(lin," she answer
ed. care you in pursuit of the man
gone by?"
"Ay. But what's it to you if we
are?" He can't have gone far, eli
ther, on that animal"
Riding away in search Of me and
of what l carried, Wolf clattered
off.
The woman watched him join two
comrades, who had waited at a little
distance; then she came in and barr
ed the door.
was out of the coffin in a trice
l looked around in despair. To &C
out was fatal, and to stay in meant
discovery, probably death. The cof
fin was no longer available, for Dick
was coming for it.
"stay, there's the rain barrel out
side, said l, in desperation; "the!
have tried that once; they may no
look at it again"
And before you would be able Il
speak sentence, the water wa
dashed out of the cask, and | was il
the barrel, the woman dropping
tub half filed with water in at tn,
top as a cover.
She'd barely time to re.enter tn
house, the door of which fortunatel.
opened on the side away from tn
moon, when rafting vehicle drey
up ut the door, and l heard a hoars
voice raying and swearing AT tn