Dodge City times., 1884-09-18
nd used to look to see if our gold was

and used to look to see if our gold wa
safe.
Four months had gone by and we were
growing rapidly rich.
Midnight had arrived and we were
again about to look after our gold.
God! Am blind?
The gold was not there!
With ten-fold force the words of the
bully came to my mind. But he had moi
been seen since that memorable night
four months ago.
The air in the tent was sitting l could
not stand it.
1 passed out into the cold night air, and
oh, how refreshing it feltp
Harry remained in the tent, as much
affected as was.
AS / walked on I observed faint
glimmer of light in one ofthe tents.
1t was that of worthless vagabond
by name-Jem Langley.
All the other tents were pitch dark.
With a nervous tread l approached
and peered in through hole in the can
vas.
Could believe my senses.
saw Bob Riley and Jem Langley
bending over small table and counting
money from some small bags which
recognized as mine.
In less than five minutes had aroused
our committee, and the gold was again
in our hands, while the thieves were
safely locked up to await the arrival of a
justice.
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A week went by, and our fortune was
increased by $4,000. At the end of the
week we had determined to 60.
1t was dangerous to 90 in the day, as
every one who left was watched to see if
he took gold with him.
All night we travelled, with the excep-
ton of an hour to rest. Toward the
break of day we started again.
We had not walked for more than an
hour when we heard footsteps approach.
ing, and presently two men appeared,
looking fresh and hearty.
Hello, my good men," cried out Har-
ry, tired of carrying the bag; "will you
please to carry our bundles for us little
ways?"
1t was reckless of him to say the least.
We had now arrived at a narrow path
where not more than two persons could
walk together. We had proceeded on a
little way, in pairs, when l heard two
pistol shots, followed quickly by third.
and felt bullet whiz past my head.
Before could turn, almost, the other
man was on me.
'It is my turn now. do not forget"
Now he was down with me on top,
when suddenly the positions were re-
versed.
There was a knife in my belt, and
both struggled to get it.
God! His hand was on my throat, my
knife in his Uplifted arm!
l saw it about to descend, and raised
my hand mechanically to ward off the
blow, when there was another shot, and
Bob Riley fell overhead.
A party of men came in sight, and l
saw it was the Justice and his escort, on
their way to the mines, who had saved
my life.
In minute everything was explained.
Harry was dying from wound in his
side.
1t seems he had been watching the as
sociate of Riley in crime, who proved to
be Langley, but he was not in time to
dodge the shot.
He had, morever, drawn his pistol as
he fell, and fired, luckily killing his MUIR
derer.
"Joe," he said, in faint and hardly
articulate voice, gasping between each
word. "Joe. Pm dying. Bury me
when--I'm gone. l leave my-money
-to-you, hoping-you will do good
with it-and aid the poor. Goodbye"
and his soul left its earthly tenement for
the better land above.
/ hired some men, and we took his
body down to the Quespelle river.
We made coffin and placed all there
was of him in it, and buried him on the
south bank of the river.