Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1892-12-07
CHAPTER XVI.
Copyright, 1892, by A

The ocean has its thrilling mysteries
and awful tragedies, and the plains and
prairies have theirs as well
One Of the outlaws walked of In tha
darkness to stand sentry for the next
two hours, and the other four men laid
down to sleep again, each taking his
place as before. In two minutes the
camp was as silent as the grave, and the
specter Of murder which came out Of
the gloom and hovered over the recum-
bent forms was seen by no mortal eye.
At the end of five minutes q VOLTS
long drawn. faraway howl was beard,
and q shivsr passed over the listening
sentinel % the lonesome sounds reached
his ears There was warning in that
hcwl-a menace. q wail-which whts-
pered Of tragedy.
Taylor heard 1t rs well, and he grow
pale and held bis breath. he had braced
himself to carry ont Q part, but he was
fearful that his nerve might give way
before the end was reached.
Ten minutes Observation-Disclosures
twenty.
It was time the powerful poison should
begin to act.
Taylor was watching and listening
One Of the men moved and groaned.
"Sayl Are any Of you swakeT called
Taylor as he sat up "Pve got terrible
pains, and can't keep still any longer"
"So have l." replied one Of the men as
he sat up.
Three minutes later the others were
aroused, groaning and cursing, and the
sentinel came staggering in to gasp out:
"Do something for me or I'm dead
mani"
From the way he acted one would have
thought Taylor the worst of of all. He
groaned, gasped, writhed, twisted, but he
had company. The outlaws rolled about
on the earth like wounded dogs, and, curl.
ously enough, none Of them suspected
the cause Of their illness. The jug was
brought and each drank again, hoping
the fiery whisky would ease the pains
Of what they believed to be collie. 1t was
only after one Of the men had fallen In
spasms, foaming at the mouth and tear
ing at the earth with his fingers. that
Bob suddenly shouted:
..By heavens, men! but l believe we
have all been poisoned"
"How-who by9' shrieked one OF his
companions.
"By-by this Internal cur, il anybody.
and I'll have his life!"
Bob pointed at Taylor, who was ap-
parently in commissions, and then
stopped for one Of the rifles. As he did
30 he FELL forward upon the earth with q
terrible curse, and Taylor sprang up and
ran away into the darkness. He did not
dare 20 far, and yet it was horrible for
him to inger within hearing.
Strong men who die by poison die
hard. It is an awful end. The crouch
ing, hiding, trembling murderer heard
them rise and stagger and fall; they
rayed and wept; they prayed and cursed;
In their awful sgonies they attacked
each other and struggled in death. The
night bird was driven away by the cries
and shrieks, and the wolf who sat lis
tening and wondering was finally forced
to fight BY the walls and curses
The Big Cheyenne, winding its way
through prairie and plain, has seen the
sun riss6n many scenes Of horror, but
on mono worse than that portrayed In
the camp Of the outlaws. Four men lay
dead and stiff beside the little heap OF
ashes and blackened brands marking the
site Of the campfire. Some lay on their
backs, their open eyes gazing into the
blue vaults of heaven; others were face
down, their limbs drawn up and their
fingers dug into the soil