The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1888-04-26

though they went over the ground
thoroughly, pacing hither and thither.
with their noees down and their tails
swinging back and forth like pendu.
ltlms.
''Now thet's wat I calls GURUS"
said the master Of the hounds. "Thet
TELLER amt never been up here."
''Where did he 20; then?' asked the
officer Of the law; for such was the
chief Of the party. ...E
''N6w. thet's jes' wat I'd like to
know, inersef," replied the other. He
t'uldn't q flowed away =.
1.-THE dogs must. have been at fault"
said the sheriff's deputy:
mo. stranger" said the man, 'them
thar houn's never was at fault yit, ca
long es l hes had 'em; I'll sw'ar by
'em TO- jedge an Jury"
The speaker then went to the verge
of the cliff, and, lying down on his
belly, looked over.
Cant see nothin' from thar" he
said, getting up. Then he clambered
out on the trunk of the tree that over.
hung the abyss. by golIy!" no
shouted. "he's thar"
''WhereE
"1n a hole down thar. Yer c'uldn't
see It to save yer life frum anywhar's
! elst but right here. It looks, fur all
tho worr like q great big chimbly
swaller.s mes, an I'll bet my boss
an my dogs to boot tibet he's in
thar"
HE may be in there, as you say,
| my friend" said the sheriff, "but the
question is: How is he to be got
out?"
"I'll get him out" said the man.
'Didn't barg'in to ketch yer man fur
yer?"
Eyes, you did, but have no desire
to see sou throw your life away,
bargain or no bargain, and I know
that this is q desperate man you pro-
pose to tackle at great disadvant-
age"
"a bare'in's barg'in," said the
other, unsheathing big hunting knife
that was buckled round his waist
and sliding down the grapevine with
it gripped between his teeth.
When he got opposite the opening
in the wall of rock he held fast with
his hand, and taking the knife out of
hismouth with the right, called out.
Those above could hear all that was
said, though they could not see the
speakers.
"Hellow, stranger" he said, "kin
yer 'commodate another Teller in thar,
ur is the house crowded."
Waiting a few minutes and getting
no answer to his demand, he called
again.
"Look out the do, landlord" he
shouted; "when folks is a wantin' to
stop at yer tavern is this here the
way to treat 'em? know yer re at
home, an less'n yer be drunk. yer're
| jis grumpy, an tibet do look bad in q
man wat keeps a tavern. Come,
now. lemme hear from yer, Teller citi-
zen."
As it was evident that this man
did not intend to be denied, the occu.
pant OF the cave at last made his
"Look here, my frien'," he said. fix.
ing his fierce eyes on his unweicome
visitor, Ibid yer never hear that ole
sayin' "Better let sleeping dogs lie?'
Ell yer didn't yer hears it now.'
| "Oh, yes," was the reply. II heve
heered it afore, but I heve cotch many
4 sleepin' dog by the throat an he'll
till the breath was out'n him, an !
amt skeered NV dogs nur men, sleepin'
nur wakin.' Thar's some folks up
here on the top this here house Nv
your'n as wants to lee yer, an you've
got to come. fair or foul"
100 away from here, MANI said
the fugative. Il don't know yer, an
I amt got uothin' agin' yer, but if
yer life be with anything to yer 60
an leave me in peace"
But the other, needing not the warn
ing. gave his body motion which
started the vine swinging. It hung
twelve or fifteen feet away from the
cliff, which was concave, and it took
a few minutes to impart to it the
momentum necessary to bring it
near enough for him to risk the
leap he intended to take: and while
he was still swinging, the man in the
cave, armed with his knife, climbed
upon the narrow ledge that sur.
rounded the entrance to it's hiding
place. He stood a moment as il
awaiting the assault Of his adversary,
and then, seeming to change his mind,
crouched like a wild beast and sprane
at him where he hung, at the same
time making savage lunge with his
knife.
The man clinging to the vine was
perfectly cool, and prepared for just
such an attack as this. He had wrap
ped his left leg around the vine, allow
owing tho right to hang loose, and as
the other launched himself from the
rock, he threw the right out with a
quick, vigorous jerk, planting his
heavy cowhide boot in the middle
Of tho fugitive's breast and dashine
him back against the cliff, at the foot
of which he fell in q heap, with NO
more life in him than there was in the
powders among which he lay.-Rob
bert Boggs in New Orleans Times
Democrat.
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