The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-01-04

! only things visible IN the valley were a
bunch of cattle and an Indian grave Of
! poles.
We'll rest here five minutes, then push
down the hill, across the prairie and up
the next ridge" remarked Garnett; 1.-THE
fellow can't be far ahead now"
Some lit their pipes, others INDUCED ir
vague speculation as to whether the
greaser would show fight" and a lariat
was chosen with which to perform the
final act in the tragedy.
"Well, men," said the leader, its time
to be away again, but there's one thing
want 10 caution You about. Take Spanish
Jim alive. Hes a cur, and shall die like
one"
Once more the pell neil rush, the eager
straining to be first in the race Down the
slope they 90, across the level and up the
low lying ridge, which is much easier to
mount than its predecessor. 1t is the eX-
speakers first experience in a man hunt,
and he grows halt mad with the excite
ment of the chase. His spurs are rarei.
out of his black mounts sides; he sits far
forward in the saddle and shrie.ls words
Of mingled announcement and protest
into his willing animals stretched back
ears. The crest is gained. and then the
first one there sends out a cry which is
like nothing save the first deep. angry bay
of "A bloodhound seeming the trail. The
Others respond with all the force OF THEN
lungs, for the prey j. sighted.
Not two miles distant a speck can be seen
movinE over the prGirie. Il is Spanish
jim aStride the buchskin mare. New, II
anything, the Dacc grows faster. The
fugitive mas evidently caught sight of his
purSucrS, for be lets cut another notch @.
speed but nearer and nearer it comes
that bowling, relentless band. All hope
of escape vanishes from Spanish Jin's
breast and he calmly prepares for the in
evtable. Disseminating, be musings his
army Carbine and rests the barrel across
the saddle, making a partial screen for
himself with the body Of the painting mare.
At hundred yards distance the pursuers
halt
Boys, is the order, Eve can kill the
fellow easily, but YOU know ! want him
alive. Besides, dcu't wish the buckskin
hurt if we can help IT,"
Let's 90 ar him Indian style" suggests
Garnet; circle about, and the first man
that has a chance shall fire"
Slowly the horsemen separate and begin
the formation of the deadly Gordon. Span
ish jim recognizes the plan for his undo
ing and opens hostilities.
Crack goes his gun, and Broncho Bills
hat floats softly To the ground. The ball
has plowed furrow through the mans
abundant hair, but he is umnjured A
comradc sees an opportunity. and responds
with a shot which takes effect in the horse
thiefs Lex and causes him TO totter. He
d . La
strains violently at the carbine What is
the matter? The shell extractor doesn't
work Close i'm exclaims cowboy.
In they dash. jim draws his knife and
makes a vicious lunge at the first enemy
that comes within reach. Then down he
goes, 10 be tramplcd over by horses and
seized by the eXecutioners. He Is lifted on
the buckskin mare. his hands tied behind
him, and the ready lariat nooSed about his
neck. But never a word falls from his
lips. His swarJhy face has grim. set eX-
preston and his eyes CLEAN fercely. Blood
flows from his wounded leg, but not a
Croan tells Of the pain he must suffer. His
captors look about them.
over there, >" remarks the leader.
Over there is the shallow course Of
small creek, along whose borders grow
some dwarf pines. Slowly the space is
Travelled, and in half an hour the goal Is
reached. Broncho Bill rides under one Of
the trees, and, reaching up 10 a branch,
tests its strength.
"ThiSll do, is all he says. He passes on,
and Spanish Jim takes the place. The
loose end Of the lariat is fastened taut
about the limb. Then one OF the lynchers
speaks.
Jim he addresses the captive. won
knew the penalty when you stole the
mare. Have you anything to say before
YOU die
My mother was wolf, sud her whelps
never squeal'
Pull her ont"
The MONDAY sun looks down upon a
silent, dangling form. beneath which the 1
coyotes have already begun 10 gather and
marks in silhouette the passage OF little 1
troop Of horsemen over the crest Of q ridge /
upon the eastern horizon.
FRKD {. DAYTON
Loves Laugh.
Mr. John Smith trying to get her to 4
clone with him u y-,-a l,,,-b- ~. III O.