The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1881-06-23

!. gang complotel And now for ,oorD
a Noiselessiy he arose and approached tn
ladder. 10 either pocket were his pistol,
Z .nd in his hand pair OF bracelets, ON hi
breast his star. Al the top Of the ladde
/, he paused struck his foo, agains, the hoo
aad coaghcd. There was quick stir be
low.
Mr.. Brieel Mr.. Bricel Vas you dereY
, A half groSl from below answered him
What ye want?
| vas sick, Mr., Brice-I vas so ho, ~
nefier vas. vant leetle water, Mr.. Brioe
What the then came an oath. Ii,
STILL We Dutch fool, and I'll bring ye som,
water Don't come here
o, no, Mr.. Brice! But some water, Mr.
Brice, for Gods sakeg vas burned uT
alivel
| There was moving about the room, q
patter OF dipper and pail, and Price ap'
preached the ladder. Densmorc breathed
hard. The steps grew nearer and nearer,
they mounted the ladder. He crouched,
waiting. An instant more and the bearded
face OF Price appeared above the opening
in the floor, and his right hand was raised,
holding tin cup OF water,
Here, Dutchy-ye're cursed hard TO take
care Of here's yer drink.
Carl's arm was outstretched; but as he
touched the dipper, there came sharp
click, and the handcnif closed about the
wrist of the coiner, and at the same time,
the cold muzzle Of heavy Colts revolver
pressed against his forehead, and voice Of
the detective hissed in his very ear
Not sound, or I'll kill youl Up with
your other hand.
The man was fairly caught, and he
knew II. The color fled from his bronzed
face, leaving it ashen- hued: cold sweat
gathered in beads upon his brow the pris-
on doors yawned before him; but one
glance into the deep eyes Of the detective
were enough. and with shudder and
groan he allowed the handouts to be
clasped about his other wrist.
And now go down; without noise, too,
said Densmore, Or
Price obeyed, and as he turned upon the
floor below the detective was at his side.
Sit there, and he pointed toward the
table, with your back to the door.
Again the coiner obeyed, bowing his
head upon his hands. Then Densmore
crept to the trap, closed it, and shot the
heavy bolts.
Without raising his head, Price wbis.
pered:
They'll smother.
They must run their chances, replied |
Densmore, coldly.
So saying, he crept near to the cabin
door, and waited. He must have the wo-
man, the spy, tho last and best of all the
gang.
The moments passed; the hour was draw
ing to a close. and tho detective listened
with bated breath for his coming victim,
when suddenly, without sound, the door
opened, and Nettie entered. As she did
so. Densmore stepped forward, and would
have laid his hand upon her shoulder, but
in a single glance, the girl comprehended
all, and with wild shrek she sprang
from him, the dies dropping from her arms
As she did 80, while Price started from his
seat and joined her And then again the
detective found himself facing his enemies
one Of them now armed, for the woman
mad drawn pistol.
But there was no struggle. With nerves
ense as steel, and deadly light in the
,lear, blue eyes, Carl levelled his heavy
Weapons, one at each of the figures before
lin, and in low, cool tones said:
Up with your hands In the name of
he national government, arrest you as
Quick!
The last word was addressed to the wo-
nan, for in her eyes, too, there cleaned
dangerous light; but, before the detective
ould stay her, the pistol was turned, there .
ang out a sharp report, and from her side
here welled the bright Ateod, splashing 6
he wooden floor, and with q moaning cry, @
he tottsred and fell, Price half catching q
er in his shackled arms as she sank. 6
Only once she spoke.
Better this than prison, Dick? And to U
ie with you, hee
Then came a huttering sigh, and she .
AS gone.
An hour later, Densmore stood before
ne United States commissioner at Wild u
ood, and delivered his prisoner Two u
ours later, posse Of officers secured the
Tiers, who where dragged half dead from d
ieir cellar furnace loom; and the next day "
,e detective alone stood by the open grave u
poor Nettic, the bravest and prettiest al
'iminal he had ever know, he said, and o.
BARD the dull sound Of the clods as they n
II upon her coffin. Then he turned east II
ard again, his duty done. 1T
The coiuers OF Kansas were no more.
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