The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1886-04-15

PINIoNED TO TIE GROUND BY HIS DEAD
torted the angry Orderly. DIP but Bar
nard motioned to him be silent.
1T is an unpleasant question to ask, Cap
tain," Barnard said, with severity of manner ;
"but I'd like TO know when you were released
| from your parole?"
Yo' have me in yo' powell, and yo' can do with
me as you like! I'm prepared TO the worst at
20 hands, sah."
| "Ths is childish" said Barnard, with lit
| tie heat. You talk as if we were capable of
maltreating defenseless prisoner. This is not
worthy of you"
Gannaway drew himself up with rs much dig
nifty as his famed leg would admit of and made
no reply.
Vincent" said Barnard TO his Orderly, eve
can't stand here talking, for it is growing dark
rapidly. Bring your horse here and We'll help
Capt. GannaWay on, for he's unable to walk.
You and Will take turns walking"
Which do yo' propose to take me, sab ?" in
| Quired Gannaway.
I'VE were going to Col Oldri's, which I be-
leve is not far of. Wen take you there
"Ill not go theh, sab. Take me in any otheh
direction, and l will accompany yo without
struggle. But the only way yo' can take me to
Sourmash Place is by physical fo'cc, sab. I'll
die in my tracks, sab, befo' III move muscle
to 60 theh, sah."
40, this is nonsense" said Barnard, clear out
of patience. You are our prisoner, and you'll
do just as | order you"
Very good, sab. Yo' have my ultimatum.
I'll do as I've said, sab"
{" And III just blow your cantankerous rebel
head of if you don't get on that horse" said
the Infatuated Orderly, levelins his carbine;
Get Oh that horse, / say"
Gannaway folded his arms and looked scorn-
fully into the carbine's nuZZIe
Don't do that, Vince" said Barnard, STEP
ping before Gannaway. and raising the carbine
barrel with his hand. It's very provok king, 1
know; but he's prisoner, and we can't abuse
him. Captain can't possibly see what's the
good of all this"
/" l don't see that it's necessary, sab, that you
should see the good of it, sab. It's sufficient
that it's my determination. / haven't asked
20 to spare my life, have /? Go on and put
your threats into execution, sah."
Barnard was thoroughly puzzled. Gannaway
was too lame TO walk, and i. would be an mex
pressible brutality to put lariat rope around
his neck and drag him after them as the Or
derly suggested. At the same time he and the
Orderly could not lift the Kentucllan into the
saddle without the latter's consent aud it would
no more do to leave him there than it would to
shoot him down. Barnard reflected for a min
ute. while ali stood silent in the freezing mud
of the pike, and darkness settled around
II, Il
that Capt. Grimsted and his men must be some
where in the neighborhood. lie was to come
back this way this evening, and / calculated
we'd meet at Col. Oliri's house. I'll ride
forward little ways and sec if there are any
signs OF them. You stay and guard him. Don't
touch hlm-you must not even say q word to
him till get back. Remember these are nv
orders. If I find Grimstcd III come back with
men enough to handle this fellow by main
strength"
Gannaway sat down on the hanch Of his dead
steed, and the Orderly, taking up position near
him, began discourse to his own horse:
" Bare5ones, old boy, the Captain says I'm
not to speak word to this Niger driving rebel
here, but ii say to you in strict confidence, old
boy, that think one of the great mistakes o.
my life was that didn't put that ounce Of lead
into his swell head instead OF his horses. /
wanted to at the time, but the Captain motioued
to me that he was has meat, and be didn't want
no interference. He wanted that rebels scalp
for his 0'rs self / didn't intend to take any
hand in at al, unless the Captain got his dose,
Int when that horse turned his blazed forehead
toward ne Icouldn't help driving away at il.
1t was just too purity mark 70 resist DO you
know, Bareboncs, that ] think the meanest
blowiest, worthlessest, most aggravating style
OF rebels are these dog-fcnuel Kentucky chiy-
airy, and nothing would do iae more good than
TO have a chance to trade few shots with his
stIck-up nibs over there. I'll give him both
his pistols aud LET him choose his ground and
distance, if he'll just get UP and fight this out
Ike man"
Young man, I'll accept yo' Offer" said Gan
naway. Let lne have one o. my pistols and
III fight yo' at any distance yo choose"
you know, Barebones, can't speak to the
Grand Panjandrum with the Silver Belt, bnt
III just drop this revolver on the ground at his
feet as | walk past him. If he's got the spunk
he blows about he'll pick it up and step of to
that bunch Of mullen there while walk back
to that little locust. Then we'll see whose
names reported to the Coroner first. Hello
there's somebody coming. Blue Grass II have
to wait little. Halt! Who comes thcrc?"
"Vjnce is that your" called out Capt Bar
nard. 81 had the good luck to run on to patrol
of Capt. GrimstCd's, and / sent them back to the
house for a wagon. They'll be here with it in
a few minutes. There, | think 1 hear the
wagon rafting on thai hill now.'
IN a few minutes the wagon arrived, accom-
panied by squad Of stalwart troopers
There he is" said Barnard, indicating Gan
naway, VINO Lid no. risen from his seat. With
out moro ado the men seized the Kentuczian
and deposited him on layer of straw in the
bottom Of the wagon. Half an hour later
they carried him into the sitting-room at
Sourmash Place, and set him down in an arm
chair before the blazing fire.
"Crittenden Gannaway," said Jasmin, joy
ously; a." Pm so glad.
oauiIaway turned has stern eyes on her III
astouishmcnt
Il mean I'm so relieved" she fastened to
correct herself. al was certain you were
killed. I've been in the awfulest fright about
you. l hope you're not hurt. Tell NE you're
not badly hurt"
He had been grinding his teeth with pain,
but he gave her look intended to stop her in
Quiries.
Il :s:::c.- sca re suffering terribly" she per-
sisted. +" Do tell me --hat | can do for Won"
"Thank yo," said Gannaway --,ti. grim
hauteur. "Tm comfortable as man can
be who's prisoneh. Spare yo'self any uneasi-
ness on my account, beg yo. ! assho' yo'
theh's nothing in yo' powell that yo' can do TO-
me. Heahs a gentleman that III probably be
glad fyo attention" with a sinister look at
her and Barnard, who had just entered. As the