Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-10-04

hard to his hands, like child not fully
awakened from nightmare. 81 was
lonesome and scared"
But we can at least come to an I'M
derstanding about this matter-this ar
rest. am sure my father didn't know
the money was counterfeit. He is a
drunkard-as much of a sot by spells as
circumstances permit, but | never knew
him to do a dishonest act Thirst for
whisky would tempt him to indiscre-
tons, but to nothing so methodical or
calculating as to deal in bogus bills. 1t
isn't in him, Deuce; he wouldn't be
equal to it if he tried" He stopped
with an indication that politeness pre-
vented him from going on.
But you're thinking that my father
has brains and badness for it. What
kind of an oath can / take, VIII Brown,
to make you take my word for the TRUTH"
whatever you tell me-now-here-
will believe you"
Their hands were yet clasped together,
and as he stood before her, while she
bent her head in her earnestness to see
in the darkness whether he looked seri-
GUS or mocking, their faces almost
touched.
''Then tell you that my father is in
nocent about this bad money. We
hadn't SO much as a dime between us
when we got here. He had lost in an
unlucky game all the money we had
started with from ONEIDA. That's why
we came along here no better than
tramps. He suTely-surely brought no
counterfeit bills. | am not saying he's
what he ought to be; and I'm afraid it's
likely he's used bad bill if he had it.
But, no-no-don't think he is crimi-
nal. We're very, very intimate-dad
and l; and he's an honorable man in his
sort of way. We're adventures, but
upon my soul we are not reprobates.
My mother is watching us from up yon-
der, you know, and she would see it if
Cad was to take me to disgrace. He
promised her he wouldn't, and he hasn't"
She was weeping now, and when she
loosed one hand to wipe away the tears
Wills disengaged arm encircled her pro-
tectingly. 1t was wholly a caress of
sympathy and faith, as she sorr chow I'M
derstood, and in moment she was sob
bing, with her face buried on his shout
der.
"There-there. Don't cry any more"
he conjured her, and then went on with
a good reason for continued weeping:
You can't help your father in his pre-
dicament, and
Don't say that" she interrupted, slip
ping down from the hammock and stand
ing with every fiber tense for action.
Il must help him, whether | can or no."
Then let Us get at the mystery OF the
case if we can," Will admonished her,
$50 as to know what is best to attempt.
We are convinced that the bogus money
was won from Aleck Wiams, are we
not! and therefore we must conclude
that Wiams is the real criminal. The
officer, Alloway, says the government
got information of aquantity of counter
felt treasury notes being sent into this
region. He was detailed to search them
out. He found that they We're being
circulated along the route of this tele-
graphic expedition, but very sparingly. |
Then he hit on the ruse of pretending to !
be son of the houdoO woman, and that
is all he probably knows about it. He .
will take his prisoners back to Apahoque
in the morning"
THAT is a rough town, full of Okla
homa boomers. We came through it
three days ago"
"And Alloway spoke of the chances ,
that an Apahoque mob might lynch his
captives, because some Of the bogus bills .
have been passed there. He talked to /
Wiams about this danger, and Wiams .
offered to provide half dozen men for .
d posse. Hush!'' !
The admonltion was caused by Deuce's !
incautious cry Of alarm. Don't You
see," she said, "that if Wiams has made
two men scapegoats for himself he viii
get them lynched instead of saving
them? They'll DO murdered"
I'VE will muster force to defend .
them" /
Better release them tonight"
"Howt"
"Well, somehow-anyhow."
The girl was emboldened with her pur-
pose, and her companion caught from .
her an ardor of spirit uncommon to his !
calmer temperament.
LET me think" he meditated THE
guards can't be expecting an attack from
the outside. They're only watching the
wagon to see that its inmates don't break
out Mightn't | take one unawares
when the others were not too close by,
silence and down him by throwing a
blanket over his head and so give you
chance TO slit tha canvas with a knife?
If we had four horses ready we might
get away before much Of an alarm could
be raised"
Gould you fight stronger man than
yourself? 1t would be better to let me
help you"
1.-The fellow might be stronger than l,
but probably not SO quick or dexterous,
for l am something of wrestler. Be
sides, he would be caught at disad-
vantage. And your part would require
all your time and presence of mind"
They discussed the details of the plan
freely yet rapidly. Then VIII went ont
to get the horses ready. He found
where the two mustangs were tethered.
These and two other horses he saddled
and left at Il point few rods along the
road. Then he reconnoitered the prison
wagon. The guards were drowsy and
Unalert. The rest Of the camp seemed
to be fast asleep. He returned to the
tent. Deuce was pacing to and fro like
a young tigress in a cage. A knife
in her hand J.
II found it here" she said, land it
seems sharp enough to cut canvas quick