The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1885-02-14

knowt whar he was l had him dow
with my hand on his throat an pisti
in his mouth. He jist give wan skeer
look an whispert, Jack Adams, b,
God ? then he laid still.
eyes, it's Jack Adams ? SEE l; Eye
didn't s'pect ter see him, did ye, Ton
Hentz?'
"'Now, wot's goin' on here p SEE |
fist ye tell me, and don't talk too loud
er git excited, kase this guns mighty
easy on the trigger
'Jack,' sez he, quiet like, let me up
and III tell ye iv'rythin'. l was alters
yer fren', Jack, and it's me as sent the
man ter tell the train capt. ter give yel
notice. Damn that bishop! 1 hate
him, and III git quits with him eff l die
fur it,
"'All right l SEE cum out to the
barn. but walk keerful, kase the gun
mought go off,
Gwen we gifts to the barn, Hentz
SEE, in whisper: Jack, they want ter
put ye outen the way. They've bin a
tryin' to make Molly take a bishops
diverse and marry the biship in thar,
but she wouldn't. Then they .olt her
ye was ded, and she wouldn't b'lieve
'em, kasel I kept tellin' her ye WASH t
jest ask her if l didn't. Then | got
on to Bill Hickman's bein' sent for,
and s'pishsn't was fur We, and l got
word ter Gentle trapper to go out
and warn ye. Now yer here, wot We
goin' to do? I'm yer fren' and I'll
stand by We and go with ye, fur I'm
sick of this. Jack his v ice had
an awful whisper-Jack l want ter kill
the biship; he rob't me O my gal. l
swore to kill him, but I've bin watch
ing yer wife, and waiting fur ye ter cum
back. l made up with him, and he
thinks I'm a fool, but l hate him..
oval, ye see, gents, l know't that
Hentz had bin good fren' O mine in
ole days, an l know't the biship he'd
taken away his sweetheart, besides
which, thar was truth in the way he
talk't, so l jist up and sez:
"'Tom Hentz, I'll trust vel Now,
wot shell we do?'
Leave, SEE he !; leave ivrything.
Yer life, yer wife, and yer baby air
all gone eff ye try ter stay here. I've
laid awake nights thinking it out, and
I've tolt Molly time and time agin
about it. we've got nigh onto thee
thousand dollars hid up in the house.
Thar's wot ye left with Molly, what
Molly's made sence, and all O mine
it's all thar. Thar's five good saddle
horses here, two rifles, and plenty o
powder an ball. Molly kin ride and
shoot with eny one-I larn't her-and
ye and me kin take turn about a pack
ing the kid. Thar's lots O grub reddy
fur the time, an the tine hez cum
'Wot about the biship?' SEE |.
"J ist yer leave him ter me, and he
wun't trubbel ye. Well pack two
horses, and thar's mine, and we'll strike
over the mountains and run northeast
fur trading post, and then to the
States.'
InjinsF SEE l.
'Mormons is wus,' SEE he.
"Tm yer man, Tom Now fur the
house and the biship.'
"'The biship's mine,' SEE Tom, as
he walk't softly to the house, him lead
ing.
eco in fust,' SEE Tom, and skeer
the biship, I'll dc the rist.'
$50 we whit up and open't the
door softly, and 1 heert Moly's vice
a-saying;
"It's lie He aim dead, and eff
he is, it's you that kill him.
''And thin l jist steps in the door
and SEE l, solemn like:
1t are lie. He amt dead y
"Wall, ye ought ter seen that biship's
face. He jist turnt writ'n sheet and
sort o. stagger't back, and the next
mint Tom was on top o. him, and he
was down with gag in his mouth and
lariat around his arms.
"Molly jist give wan screech and she
was hanging on my neck, crying like
her heart ID break.
tom fnlsh't tyin' up the biship, and
thin ne SEE to us:
"'Thar amt no time fur crying,
Molly, it's time ter go. Yell hev lots
O. time fur hugging Jack tween here
and the States
"Wall how that gal did fly around.
Ye see, she and Tom he'd talkt over
SO much that it scent all right to her
fur me to be thar, and in less time IN
it takes to tell the packs was made up
and iv'rything was reddy fur the bosses.
All the time we was fixing the biship
laid thar and follow't us with his eyes
I'd jist as lief kilt him like snake, but
he was Toms. so 1 didn't say nuthing
to him but jst kept on fixing the packs
and wen Tom fetcht the horses around
we got iv'rything Oh, and l put Molly
in her saddle she was drest in boys
clos and rid man fashion. jumps on
another boss with the baby, and Tom
gifts on hisn. Molly takes wan lead
line, Tom tother, and off we goes torts
the kenyon, and wen we cum to the
fut o the trail Tom seq:
Now leave ye here to go ter my
cabin and gifts my thin's. We wait fur