The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-11-09

One of the prairie wagons was made
prison for the two captives. The walls
were only canvas, and the entrance had
nothing more like bars than the cross
ings of cord that tied the flaps together.
But Deputy Sheriff and Detective A1lo-
way REINFORCED the cloth with human
safeguards. Boss Donald was convinced
of the prisoners probable guilt, and he
felt that it was right to lend four work
men to the duty of patroling around the
wagon until morning. He had no sym
pathy for Jack High, and not much for
Old Jugg Brown; and his rude kindli-
ness to Deuce and VIII found expression
in a brusque command to clear away
from the vehicle containing their de-
spised fathers.
''Im sorry for you, WILL" he said,
gripping the young mans shoulders with
his brawny hands and scowling into his
face, "but you can't do anything for the
old man tonight. AS for you, Sis" and
he grasped her wrist with scarcely
lessened force, sswhat you want to do is
to go to sleep. Now, don't cry
There was not the faintest suggestion
Of tears in her frightened eyes, and the
suggestion that they would shut them
selves in sleep was SO absurd that she
could almost smile at it.
Cant stay with dadY' she pleaded
Aleck Wiams had been active and in
sistent in helping Alloway to establish
sure jail, and to Deace's request he
peremptorily said: mo, you can't. We
don't propose to give him your sharp
wits to help his own in some scheme to
escape. You nor VIII can't go near
them till morning" as
''Look here, Mr.. Donald" the girl per
sisted. ignoring Wiams. you're ali
making mistake. My dad is a gam
bier, and he can't be called circu1n-
spect gentleman; but he isn't counter
feiter and he wouldn't cheat any man
out Of a nickel except in the way of
cards. Besides, he hadn't any money,
good or bad, when we got here. You
know that and she appealed to VIII
Brown.
sit is So" VIII assented earnestly.
"He had to get dollar from me-
Wiams laughed viciously. He had
not known before how small an amount
it had been possible for him to win in
the game, and he angrily exclaimed:
Your worthless parent-he hadn't a
cent either, / suppose, but we find his
pockets full Of counterfeit money just
the same. Where did it come from, I'd
like to know"
HE says he won it from YOU" said
Win.
':Tell me how-in this game that never
was played-how it was that he could
start into it without cent to play
WITH Wiams excitedly argued.
Better be off to bed, my boy Boss
Donald said; you can't do anything to-
night. OFF with your
VIII Brown obeyed the last emphatic
command, so far at least as to slowly
quit the spot Deuce would have fol-
lowed him, but the hand Of Donald was
still on her wrist. Little girl, = he said,
with abated harshness, you're going to
get right into the hammock in my tent
and stay there till daylight. can't use
my quarters tonight, anyhow, and you're
welcome to them"
There was force enough In his one
arm to conquer her hardest resistance.
and SO she made none by either word or
motion, but let him lead her to tent,
which was high and square, for it served
the boss as daytime office as well as
for sleeping quarters. 1t had no occu-
pant until they entered. From one end
pole to the other hammock was strung.
Il was as high as the mans breast, and
therefore about level with the girls
chin. Without word he lifted her in
his arms and laid her in the suspended
couch.
Now there's no use fretting," he
said, with what was gentleness in such
q man accustomed to giving gruif orders
to gangs of laborers; lyon go to sleep,
do you hear?y and he set the hammock
n awinving like ca-aala "Nothina