The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-06-02
A oNE-EYED MAN TO THE RES
 CUE.
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 By-and-by the army officer men, tioned something about road agents, and directly the conversation became interesting. Coaches had been stopped at various points on the line within a week, and it was pretty generally be- lieved that a bad gang had descended on the route and were still ripe for business. The man with one eye had nothing to say. Once or twice he raised his head, and that single eye blazed in the darkness like lone star, but not word escaped his mouth. The captain had said what he would do in case the coach was halted, and this brought out the others. It was firmly decided to fight. The passen- gers had money to fight for and weap- ons to fight with.
 The man with one eye said nothing. At such time and under such cir cumstances there could be but one in- depreciation of such conduct.
 "A coward has no business travel ing this route," said the captain in a voice which every man could hear.
 The stranger started up, and that eye of his seemed to shower sparks of fire, but, after moment, he fell back again without having replied.
 If he wasn't chicken. hearted, why did not he show his colors2 If he in- tended to fight, where were his weapons? He had no Winchester, and as far as any one had seen as he en- tered the coach, he was without re- volvers. Everybody felt contempt for the man who calculated to hold up his hands at the order, and per init himself to be quietly despoiled.
 Pop! pop! Haiti"
 The passengers were dozing as the salute of the road agents reached their ears. The coach halted in way to tumble everybody together, and legs, bodies were still tangled up when a voice at the door of the coach called out:
 "No nonsense, now! You gentle men climb right down here and up with your hands, The first man who kicks on me will get bullet through his head"
 We had agreed to fight. The cap tain had agreed to lead us. We were listening for his yell of defiance and the click of his revolver, when he stepped down and out as humbly as you please. The sutler had been aching to chew up dozen road agents, and now he was the second man out. The surveyor had inti- mated that he had never passed over the route without killing at least three highwaymen; but this occasion was to be an exception. In three minutes the five of us were down and in line with hands up and the road agent had said:
 Straight matter of business First one who drops hands won't ever know what hurt him."
 Where is the man with one eye? The robber appeared to believe that we were all out, and he was just ap- preaching the head of the line to begin his work, when 8 dark form dropped out of the coach, there was 8 yell as if from wounded tiger, and a revolver began to crack. The robber went down at the first pop. His partner was just coming around the rear of the coach. He was a game man. He knew what had happened, but he was coming to the rescue. Pop pop popl went the revolvers, their flashes lighting up the night until we could see the driver in his seat.
 It didn't take twenty seconds. One of the robbers lay dead in front of us, the other under the coach, while the man with one eye had lock cut from his head and the graze of a bull let across his cheek. Not one of us had moved 8 finger. We were five fools in row. There was painful Hull after the last shot, and it lasted a full minute before the stranger turned to us and remarked in quiet, cutting manner:
 "Gentlemen, ye can drop yer hands!"
 We dropped. We undertook to thank him, and we wanted to shake hands, and somebody suggested g purse for his benefit; but he motioned us into the coach, banged the door after us, and climbed up to seat be- side the driver. His contempt for such crowd could not be measured.
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