Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1888-04-26
long es I hes had 'em; I'll sw'ar by

long es hes had 'em; I'll sw'ar by
'ein TO ledge 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 gollyw he
shouted. "he's thar"
| "Where2"
see it 20 save yer life rum anywhar's
elst but right here. 1t looks, fur all
the worP like a great big chimbly
swaller.s mes, an I'll bet my boss
an my dogs to boot thet 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?"
] "Yes, yon did, but have no desire
to see you throw your life away,
bargain or no bargain, and ! know
thai this is a desperate man you pro-
rose to tackle at great disadvant-
age"
! "a barg'in's barg'in,p 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 'eommodate another Teller in thar,
lir is the house crowded."
! Waiting few minutes and getting
no answer to his demand, he called
/ again.
| Look out the do, landlord" he
shouted; 'when folks is n 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
lis grumpy, an tibet do look bad in a
man wat keeps a tavern. Come,
now. lemme hear from yer, teller citi.
2en."
As it was evident that this man
did not intend 10 be denied, the occu.
/ pant of the cave at last made his
appearances.
Look here, my frien'," he said, fix.
ing his fierce eyes on his unwelcome
visitor, did yer never hear that ole
sayin' "Better let sleeping dogs lie?'
Isl yer didn't yer hears it now"
| ooh, yes" was the reply. II heve
heered it afore, but / heye cotch many
p sleepin' dog by the throat an hel'
till the breath was out'n him, am i
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, man" said
the fugative. 81 don't know yer, an
/ amt got uothin' agin' yer, but il
yer life be wirth anything to yer GO
an leave me in peace"
But the other, needing not the warn
ing. gave his body a motion which
started the vine swinging 1t hung
twelve or fifteen feet away from the
cliff, which was concave, and it took
q 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 its hiding
place. He stood a moment as il
awaiting the assault of his adversary,
and then, seeming to change his mind,
crouched like wild beast and sprang
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 hsng 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 the fugitive's breast and dashinp
him back against the cliff, at the foot
of which he fell in a 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.