The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1886-06-12
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But you cannot deny that he rendered
welcome service this morning." said the
widow; "you ought to feel grateful for that
at least"
Il am grateful, only | cannot overcome
the feeling that something is going wrong,
what it is l am not able to say. / long to
see the face of the gallant cowboy sport
once more. think ha could advise us
The maiden's speech was cut short by
the sudden hating of the cart, and then
several mounted men appeared in the wagon
trail just ahead.
Hello, Mike"
All right, pards.
-Four men. mounted on strong limbed
horses, leading two others, rode up on
either side of the cart. They We're bearded,
rough looking fellows, and Nettie felt an
indefinable thrill of fear shoot through her
frame as she caught the glow of the lead
er's black eyes fixed upon her face
This is the guard, women folks, " said
Yes, said Frisco Matt, who was the
spokesman of the guard, I'VE wor sent TO
look arter the females by Cap'n Guy, an see
tibet no harm come to EN-"
ave are thankful to the gentleman for his
kindness, answered Mrs. Harver.
"Glong, greasers."
OACC IuOIt 1llht hIlIllcl Cracked his WILD.
and the cart began to move.
Hold up, pard."
Frisco Matt refined his horse across the
trail, thus halting the mules.
Wal, wot's the word now" growled Null
let, rather petulantly,
No furder this way" answered Frisco
Matt"
En-"
NO furder this way eff yer want ter keep
Yer hair" growled the giant tough. "The
road a mile down yonders full of Sioux
some o ther late Sittin Bull band, reck-
in"
This announcement was startling in its
nature, and the women were deeply alarmed.
''Wal?" questioned the mule teamster, his
face an interrogation point.
THE cart must be abandoned. The
women will git onto these animals, and
We'll take a short cut across Their hills and
sarcumyent them savages; it's Their only
wav"
The reason of Frisco Matt was certain
ly plausible, and the widow and her
daughter, together with their little bundles,
We're quickly transferred to the backs of the
led horses.
Frisco Matt and the mule teamster then
withdrew aside and held IA short consulta-
lIOI, iLt piIIOIl u WHICH, Ailti IOl I6dCu
the ears of Mrs. Harver and Nettie.
Its the Captain orders, eh?"
"Of course, said Frisco Matt Didn't
he leave sich instructions vi YOU"
INC, he didn't, but | 'spose it's all right"
We'll call it so, anyhow. Was yer lynn
bout them redskins, pald?'
Frisco Matt laughed and looked wise.
Mike felt that he understood the situa-
ton and asked no more questions.
I'll drive back ter Rocket Bar an consult
Revolver Guy; mebbe he'll hev' another job
fur me-" and the mule-teamster returned to
his cart.
"G'long, greasers!
Once more the mule teamster's whip
cracked, and with his animals headed to-
ward Rocket Bar he moved slowly along the
mountain wagon-trail.
And now Nettie and her mother found
themselves pursuing a course along a mar
row stony path almost at right angles with
the trail they had heretofore been following.
1t was not without misgivings that they saw
the rocky hill shut IN behind them, exclud-
ing from their gaze, perhaps forever, the
winding wagon trail that led to Rocket Bar.
In the meantime Mike Mullet was plying
his whip and urging his mules to run along
the uneven trail.
I'm agoin' ter git back ter Their Bar
pretty student an see wot Revolver Guy
means by taken the wimmen out O my
hands"
On at a rafting pace went the old cart,
jouncing and jolting over the stony road IL
a way that threatened to throw the driver
from his seat.
"GIong, greasers!"
The voice of Mullet was continually in
jected into the ears of the galloping mules.
A sudden interruption come to the on
ward rush of the swift-hying vehicle. A
pistol crack echoed down the mountain
trail, and leaden bee whispered in the ear
of the mule teamster as it swept past.
This summons to halt was not needed,
however, and, looking about in a scared
way, Mullet shouted to his mules TO
"glongl"
Crack!
Another sharp report darted from the
rocky mountain side, and this time man
and mules came to stand. A halt was
obligatory upon them in this case, since
the off mule sank dead in his tracks, bring
ing everything up standing.
Il think you'll understand that sum
MONS" said a stern voice, and then a man
stepped from the clump of bushes and con-
fronted Mike Mullet, covering him with
the muzzle of cleaning six-shooter.
The mule teamster trembled in spite OF
himself. He had drawn a revolver, but
dared not use it.
Don't raise your shooter, pard; it would
know me, Mike Mullet?"
yves. 1t are Primrose Pete, thel
cowboy sport, stammered the man.
"D-d-don't kill me, sir, an I'll give We thel
cart. | swar | haint got er nugget about
me-"
Il want neither nuggets nor carts, re-
turned Primrose Pete, sternly. 81 seek
Mrs. Harver and her daughter. You have
carried them away; you must tell me what
you have done with them-tell me the truth
or I'll let daylight through your brains in
the twinkling of an eyel"
II hain't seen the wimmin-"
That Will do. | want no lies from such
as you. | see that you prefer to die rather
than tell Inc the truth"
An ominous click followed the. words
and the keen blue eye of Primrose Pete
glanced along the barrel of ii cooked re
volver, the open muzzle of which covered
the temple of the mule teamster.
DIDN'T shoot"
The truth then, sternly.
II left the Wlmmen four miles back
they went with another party"
How
ON horses provided for the purpose"
Which way did they go?"
Il don't know"
Be careful, warned the sport.
It's Heavens truth, pard," asserted
Mullet earnestly. / only know tibet Frisco
Matt and three pards met me an tuck thel
wimmen ont o my hands. He said 'twol
cOrdin' to orders from Revolver Guy.
giu up Their females, an turned Their mules
noses toards Rocket Bar, whar I'd a-ber
afore this eff You hedn't a-stopped me.
Exactly.
Primrose Pete was a reader of human
nature. and he could see that the man be.
fore him was speaking the truth.
Ken l go now?'
One moment. Which way did these
villains go when they left you?-surelv Won
can tell me that-the course they took when
they left the wagon trail?'
Wal, they kinder bore west. and wan
ont o sight III no time. l didn't watch
EN-
Exactly
Still covering the tough with his weapon
Primrose Pete seemed to be maditatino
upon what course to pursue. At length he
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