The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1881-09-08

now aud the road rocky and rough.
A mile more aud the Pass would be
reached. The coach fairly swsyed
under it's rapid motion.
Old Jim was forced to cling TO tho
seat With both hands in order to
avoid being hurled to the ground.
This was as Pool desired. and he
smiled grimly as he noticed the 9th.
eis action.
"Yer--s drivin-purty fast I"
screamed the gray-haired desperate,
tue words fairly jerked from him as
the coach sprang forward, rocking
from eide to side. "Ye'll-hev to
--hold-.up-at - the Pass Il -
reckon r.
Jake set his teeth.
Tho granite walls OF the Pass we're
uow Just before them, and tho road.
way, descending aud steep, ran into
tho shadow of tho coming night an {
tho gloom Of the grave like opening
"A narrow path, but little wider
than the coach itself
The roar of the angry river far be-
low kneiled never ending warning
~ it ran, ragged and torn, among
the jagged rocks, aud tho death-liko
Mat that crept upward was da mp
and chill.
s.! won't hold np.l" and, ani with
these words tho driver struck his
horses sharply, aud, suorting, they
sprang forward into tho Devils
Pass.
At the came instant, halfway
through tho terrible gorge standing
motionless in the centre OF tho rock
upon the one hand, q ohasm Of un-
known depth upon the other, was
seen mln
Copper Tom was awaiting hi,
quarry
The old man Mt Pools side utter.
ell cry, aud loosening his grasp OF
the scat with one hand, he woult
have thrust it into his breast hu
tho other leaned suddenly toward
him, and pressing a revolver-mnzzle
against his forehead, whispered
hoarsely
Down with your hands ! II y
stir ag'n III kill ye ] kuow ye, OLE
him, au' ye cant catch Jake Pool no
his load this time ! Down With yel
hand
Tho shuiioring rascal's hani fell
at his side his face grew asheu hue,
and his eyes stared before him
They were rapidly approaching Cop
per Tom.
For an instant as they drew near
that worthy stood facing them
then, through the fading light 1t
say the position OF his pal, upoI
whom he had depended he saw tb
stern, set face Of the drivet--be sax
the furious borses plunging dow
y upon him--aud with terror strick
gu cry he tnrued and He'd
Could he but reach the lower en-,
Of the causeway he might escape
conld he but ind a single spot t,
turn aside he would be safe but i
was not to be.
Nearer and nearer Numbered th
!, IRON shod hoofs behind him, narrow
or grew the fatal road, until ther
rang q sudden horrible, despa irin
cry, mingled with the frightened
snort of the horses, dark some
thing bent down before tho pluDg
ing steeds, rolled an instant befor
their grinding feet, and then
spurned by the Hying wheels, wa
,, hurled, an uudistinguishable mass
into the canyon beneath, and the
coach sped on
Half an hour later, Jake Poo
~ pulled into the corral at Dickson
r, ranch, and, tumbliug a half-faintinl
5 man from the seat at his side int
the arms Of tho astounded hostler
? he said
o "Bind that man and give him I
the sheriff It's old Jim, the roa
o agent His pard's at tho bottom c
3 the gulf in the Pass, this one ongh
to stretch hemp when tho officer
get him, aud I've driven my last RI
70 from Gallatin There's too muc
!. risk about the business for me u
y Add Jake kept his word. He n
l. longer coaches il. bat now keeI
8 public house iu Helena itself wher
n not long since, at his own snug fire
side, be told me this thrilling tale.
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