The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-04-24

! for, of course, he would know. Sue would
never suspect. Any kind Of a story would
bamboozie her. Bill was smart. He could
| put two and two together as quickly as any
man in the country. And yet Bill himself
was little reckless sometimes. he had
been acting very queer of late, and had been
over to Johnsons a good deal, drinking and
playing cards with the boys. That would
not do. Bill must be looked after. He was
only a young feliow--a mere boy, even II he
had been trying TO raise moustache lately.
Yes, Bill was a good deal younger than he.
Why, he remembered we'll the day he was
born, when they took him In to snow him
his new baby brother. He used to carry
Bill all around, and he was the first one to
stand him on bis legs and try 60 make him
walk. He remembered how it used to hurt
his own head when Bill got knock by
falling out of his high chair. Bill was just
as much to him now as ever, and those
knocks which fate and the weakness OF his
nature were giving him now hurt him just
as badly-worse, perhaps, than they did
Brother Bill.
What would Bill say1
He laid his hands upon the box again. It
would be safe enough behind the rocks
there under the sage brush-as safe as il
"Git up, thar, ye! Git. Buckskinl Git,
old Gabei Ye lazy critters. G'lang !"
Aud down came the long lash upon the
off down the long grade they ran, making
the dust fiY in the cannon as it never flew
before. For Zach had graspe1 the reins in
q grip of iron, and both his big oowhide
boots were planted firmly on the box.
This ere is what l call goin' helly-ty
splitn he said, ten minutes later, as they
we're still flying down the grade. But
lost some time with blamed-fool notion
that orter O ben licked for ever thinkin'
on mint. Wal, the mustangs got good
rest. MAXIM up fer it now. though. They'll
soon be in q lather. I'll git to the halfway
house IN a quarter of an hour, and then I'll
take a good horn. l feel kinder nervous yit.
That ere box is burned heavy load on
mans mind. s'poss the sup'rintendent up
10 Gold Butte is worryin' about 1t. too.
Never mind, OIL Teller. you'll see that stuff
slowed away in yer safe afore shutdown.
whats thls' A hold-up, sure as
shootin'r'
Out from behind tall rock a man, with
a piece OF dark calico over his face and a
very large Winchester in his hand, had
suddenly sprung, and the muzzle of the rife
looked right into Zach's big, round eyes.
The brake scraped the wheels and made the
sparks fly. The mustangs came to sudden
stand. There was no getting by that Wins
chester. -
81 reckon you've got Their drop on me,
Stranger the driver coolly made remark,
stick up my hands7 In course l will, eff
you insist upon it; but tell yer these ERE
mustangs ia mighty skittish, an it's on Their
daown grade. 50 yer needn't shoot ef they
start up, fur it'll be yer own fault. 'spose
yer arter this ere box. Throw it out2 It's
too blamed heavy fer that Yen hev ter
give US lift.
The man with the gun had said nothing;
but the subtleties of the holding-up process
were not so fine but that Zach understood
every wave of the strangers hand and
every shrug OF his shoulders, when the
waves and shrugs meant anything. Zach
had been held up before. He Of the calico
mask did not step forward at once. In this
suggestion that he should assist in taking
off the box he seemed to suspect some trick.
But one q Zach's hands was held aloft and
the other With the four reins in IL, was on
the level of his shoulder. The man edged
up to the blackboard, exchanging the
weapon which he presented at Zack's head
for 6-shot revolver.
Thanks, stranger" said Zach, with
forced merriment. II never like to hev one
O. them air long-barreled things p'inted at
me. They shoot too durn straight. Now
here ye are"
With his foot he showed the box along till
it was near the edge of the wagon.
Thar it is, help yourself; but ye'll find it
blamed heavy load ter pack, of yer goin'
far--over forty pound"
The robbers fingers grasped the box ner-
vously.
"a green un at the biz" thought Zach;
"mebbe thar'll be an openin' here yit."
The robber pulled and hauled at the box,
but it would not bulge, for it was caught
on a nail-head at the bottom of the wagon.
In his feverish anxiety to secure the gold
he lowered the revolver little and grasped
the box with both hands. Swiftly FAC his
right hand fell to his hip and no whipped
his bright-bsrrelled pistol.
Got the dead drop, strangerl It's no
goln he shouted. Put that weepin daown,
you fool W-for the man was raising his pis-
tol. "You won't9 Then take that"
A fash, a report. aud back fell the rob-
Der without a moan. His fingers clawed
the dust for moment as If he were grasp
ing for hold on life. But the hold was
not TO be had, and be gave 1t up and lay
there quietly In the dust.
The driver showed his pistol into it.
holster and wiped the sweat from his brow
| 1t had been close shave for the box and O
| closer shave for MIN.
Takes a purity keen un ter git erway
| with OF Zach. arter ALL" he chuckled
springing lightly from the blackboard,
while broad smile lit up his brown face
This ere means big raise from Their stage
| comply an hundred er two from tn,
| Gold Butte folks. l guess they'll think tn,
| OF mans bout right arter this Hooray fu
| hoorayl My stocks rizl It's way up ter
hundred an fifty. Whoop-e-el Haw>haw
hawp
He stopped down over the dead man anC
| lifted the bit of cloth from his face,
Almighty Godl It's Billln
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