Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1891-09-06

looked desperate, but there was moth
ing to do but obey. Few men will at
tempt to pull weapon when they
know that the least move will make
them a target for load of buckshot.
Slowly the men descended from the
stage, standing in line with their
hands high above their heads.
The Scotchman and the little man
were the last to alight. The little man
was so frightened that he lost his head
entirely. He did not seem to have bit
of what plainsmen call sand" While
the others were getting out Of the stage
he tried to crawl under the seat, but
there was no room; then he tried to pull
the cushions over him, but they were
not large enough to conceal him.
'Come on out, ye loon; yell ma be
harmed if ye behave" growled the
Scotchman, as he in turn stepped out
the stage door.
Just as the Scotchman was descend
ing, with ono foot on the steps and the
other on the ground, his hands up, the
little man in a paroxysm Of helpless fear
threw both arms about his neck.
The sudden and unexpected load upon
the Scotchman's back threw him OH his
balance and both fell to the ground, the
little man on top.
Up to this time the coach party had
not seen any one, but had obeyed a
voice that issued from the thicket. As
the pair rolled on the ground man
with double-barreled shotgun leveled
at the driver and guard stepped out to
view.
"Here, stop that monkey business, or
you'll git hurtI" he shouted, still keep
ing the drop on the men on the box. .
s1'll be killed! I'll be killedp cried
the little man, as he paved about on
the back of the Scetchman, who was
lying face down and vainly trying to
get the fellow off his back.
Just how it happened none OF the
passengers could tell, though they were
all standing looking on, smiling at the
sight, even in the face OF their predica-
ment. There was CLEAN in the little
mans right hand, pistol cracked, and
the man with the shotgun sank In the
road with red spot between his eyes,
and the little man was sitting astride
the Scotchman with smoking pistol In
his hand.
"Keep still, Reddy, or you'll git 1t
next" was addressed to the struggling
man under him.
He placed the muzzle Of the revolver
at the Scotchman's ear.
You feel that. Well, it's loaded. Not
aquiver.
He reached book to his hip pocket
with one hand, and brought out pair
OF handouts. Snap, snap, and the
Scotchman's hands were cuffed behind
his back.
"Now you can get up, Reddy."
1t all happened so quickly that the
on-lookers could scarcely comprehend 1t.
"You're all right now, gentlemen;
you can pull your hands down. That
chap out there is harmless now, and
Reddy's claws are cut"
eye did that slick, dom ye!" Missed
the manacled Scotchman, as he glared
at the little man. -.
eyes, l think so myself; and 1t will
be long time before you attempt to
assist in holding up another stage, and
your pard there never will"
All hands crowded about the little
man and shook his hand warmly, offer
ing hearty thanks for their deliverance.
"That's nothing, gentlemen, it's what
/ am hired for. Put that dead man in
on the floor and we'll take him and his
partner on to the next stop.
The journey was resumed, and there
was no further interruption. Reddy was
handed over to the authorities, and the
dead man buried at the next stop.
The next morning, on the outskirts OF
the town, body hung from the limb OF
an oak tree, and swung to and fro in the
breeze. 1t had fiery red hair and bushy
red whiskers. On its breast was pinned
a card bearing this legend;
"Reddy-Murderer, Horse-thief, High
wayman."
Signed THE COMMITTEE
-Edlotn Ralph Collins In TerdS SUttngS.
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