Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-07-03

Dough, twenty feet above the flower
enamelled hillside They were then
lowered little and left to strangle
slowly.
Before the har sh voice of the "peo
pies" Judge had ceased to disturb the
air, Prince began q vigOrous struggle
for life and liberty. He tore the partly
severed moose from his neck with a sim
gle effort, struck out like a pugilist:
right and left: sent two of his self-elect-
ed executioners to the earth, seized q
rifle from third, knocked down five or
six others with the butt of the weapon,
dropped it and started down the hill
with the speed of a race-horse.
Pyne who had stood by the side of
Prince was pulled up into the air at the
word. He was very heavy man, and
when about fathom from the ground
the rope broke. He fell upon his
knees, but quickly gained his feet, and
rushed off close behind Prince. Ascore
of rifles were Immediately brought to a
score of shoulders; a score of eyes rest
ed along as many gun barrels; twenty
explosions blending in one ringing re-
port twenty death dealing tubes flash
ed out their leaden missiles Ten bull
lets pierced poor Pyne, through and
through; he sprang straight up into the
air, without a word, and fell prone up
on the hillside. dead before he reached
the ground.
The mob raised a fierce, exulting yell.
Nine of the bullets missed their mark,
owing, probably, to a tree which Prince
was passing at the instant; til e twentiet tn
ball entered the upper muscles of the
left arm. Needless of the pain, the
young man maintained his desperate
flight. A deep ravine nearly a rod in
width, ran along the base of the hill.
The nearest bank was little higher
than the opposite edge. Toward this
chasm the fugitive sped. Reaching the
brink he bounded into the air, and aid
ed by the impetus given him by his
long start, cleared the yawning space
and landed in the midst of clump of
mansanita bushes, a yard beyond the
brink!
A saddled and bridled mustang, the
property of the peoples lawyer" was
hitched close by a stake in the road
To unhitch, mount, and rush off at full
speed was the work Of a moment
Away he rushed along the Coloma
road, the greater portion Of the mob of
''honest miners" in full chase, yelling
and shouting continuously. Luckily
many minutes slipped away before any
of his pursuers could secure and mount
! their horses.
Prince passed over the same ground
he had trodden that morning, riding like
the wind. This brought the fugitive to
the junction of the bride path and Sac
ramento road where stood old Buck
eyes cabin. Here his horse stumbled
and Prince, weak from the loss of blood,
was thrown off. Mrs. Phillips, Old
Buckeyes wife, was standing in the
doorway Prince fell almost at her feet
She helped him to rise. He was faint
from his bleeding, but unhurt by the
fall Not strong enough to mount
again, he leaned against the wall of the
cabin. while the reeking mustang took
roll in the dusty highway, which
damaged the saddle, and then proceed
ed quietly to nibble the tender grass by
the road side.
The neal est of the pursuers were at
least three miles behind.
'Wnat is the trouble, young man?'
the matron asked, in kindly tones.
Prince explained matters briefly.
"There's been big mistake in this
business she replied, sand [ reckon
we can satisfy these bloody minded
gentlemen that you didn't steal the ami
mails, anyway"
Mrs. Phillips then seized an old fash
toned tin dinner horn and sent out a
long, loud blast that filled the air as
though the combined trumpeters of an
army corps were sounding an alarm!
'That will call in the old man and
the boys, they're out prospecting she
said.
The notes of the horn were still re-
verberating amid the adjacent foot
hills, when the lad whose keen intelli-
gence and sharp blade had served Prince
so we'll, came dashing down the bride
path. He dismounted and hurried up
to the wounded man.
"You are bleeding! are you much
hurt, sir?" exclaimed the lad, turning
very pale, and looking at William
Prince with an expression in his deep
blue eyes, that thrilled our hero strange
ly.
MY hurt is trifiing: think" answer
ed Prince But how can I thank you,
my lad? you who delivered me from
the clutches of that murderous mobp'
'Is that the one you told me about
who cut the noose?" queried the ma
iron. p # @F# 81
"It is. God bless him! Your son %
Gone ofsmy twins, but -.
"There, never mind. MOTHER" ex-
claimed the lad, interrupting her, "get
some. water and a bandage. I must
make. haste and change these things
before the Hangtowners see me-"
So saying the lad hurried out Of sight
| into an inner apartment.
Soon afterward, the pursuing horse
men came up on one side, and Old
Buckeye with his boys on the other
The Hangtowners had dwindled away
in the chase to half a score, while the