The Newtown bee. (Newtown, Conn.) 1877-current, 1892-09-23

and We'll go for the cash box. saw
that horse run once; he's good one p
"They say old Lyndon has pile in
that chest under his bed,' said another
tiles afraid of banks; might burst,
you see. Wen put it where it'll be safe,
Bill"
Shouldn't wonder if it would be
where it would be safe for u.s. replied
the first, with chuckle.
Ben waited to hear no more; he crept
along breathlessly, until he had put a
good distance between him and the men
and then he ran as he had never run be-
fore.
1t was nearly sunset when he burst in
to the kitchen at the farmhouse.
"Where on earth, Ben" began Mrs
Lyndon.
"Don't stop to talk, but listen!" pant
ed Ben, as he threw his trout on the ia
BILE and poured forth his incredible story.
ssDo tell! john ohn-oh, john"
and the terrified matron rushed to the
door and called her husband from the
yard, where he was calmly milking the
cows; then the story was told again.
seThat's it, is it?'' said Mr. Lyndon,
#grifnly. "What shall we do about it,
Ben?', -
-assFasten the house up and keep them
out as long as you can. Terror and
win bring you help"
''Stop; that fellow means to have the
horse, Ben. He may hurt you'' and the
farmer caught him by the arm.
'<''I'll risk myself with Terror" return
ed Ben, proudly. ....
"Well, go, then; it's our only chance"
muttered Mr. Lyndon, but Ben only stop
ped to hear the one word, go"
Terror welcomed him with friendly
neigh and bent his head for the bride.
When the last girth was frightened to
his satisfaction, Ben opened the gate,
leaped into the saddle, drew a long
breath and turned his steed toward the
village, three miles distant.
The waiting robbers were on the river
road and it was not yet dark, so he hop
ed to reach the town and get help before
it should be too late.
"Show 'em now! Show 'em what you
can do!'' he cried exulantly shaking the
reins and the horse nobly responded to
the command.
Half of the way was safely passed and
he entered the swamp.
This was the place which he had
dreaded. Here the road was narrow and
the tall trees nearly met overhead, while,
even in the dry weather, there was plen-
ty of mud in Black swamp.
1t was twilight in the clearing, but it
was dark enough under that evergreen
arch.
"Steady Terror, steady now" said Ben
rather unsteadily, as he peered anxiously
into the darkness ahead.
Was it phantom, or did he only inn
agine that something white was moving
in the road beyond?
He was not kept in doubt, for a white
horse was quickly outlined and voice
cried, sharply:
"Stop! Dismount at once and you shall
not be harmed. Go on and you are a
dead boy"
Ben recognized the voice and he had
no. thought of stopping.
Instead, he bowed lower upon Terror's
neck and uttered low, sharp whistle.
The horse understood the signal and
fash lighted the darkness for second,
and sharp report was followed by a
cry of boyish pain.
Hit the first shot, didn't !? Win you
give up that horse now? There" he
didn't finish the sentence.
Whether Terror was maddened by
Ben's stified means or whether he under
stood the menace of the robbers words,
| cannot say, but he wheeled quickly and
charged the enemy before he could fire a
second time. AS Ben afterwards ex-
pressed it
1.-The white horse was nowhere and, if
that fellow hadn't jumped off, Terror
would have ate him up right there"
He did jump, however, and the white
horse dashed away.
and, before he could gain the shelter of
the thicket, his hind feet hit him with a
sickening thud. Again and again he
struck the PROSTATE form, then dashed
on through the darkness again and soon
the lights in the village were in view.
A wondering crowd greeted them as
Terror dashed up to post office door and
halted, perfectly docile, patiently watch
ing the circle of faces that crowded near.
| Ben family told his story, then swayed
and fell into the arms of Constable Allen.
| All was commotion and soon a party
of armed men galloped toward the Lyn-
don farm, while DR. Lowe bound up Ben's
broken arm and Terror waited at the Of
| flee door in gentle anxiety, quite forget
ting to bite or kick the strangers, who,
mindful of his reputation, gave him
wide berth, as soon as recognized.
+ But, as soon as Ben's arm was dressed,
he insisted upon starting for home.
I ssPerhaps it will do him more harm to
refuse than to let him 60. Thomas, sad
die Black Hawk and go to the farm with
him. said the doctor.
|. Terror met him at the door and he was
soon on his way.
Tie horses snorted and SHE'D as they
galloped through the swamp, but the
darkness hid what the daylight revealed.
the CHASTITY form of the horse thief who
had met his death at Terror's heels.
The rescue party had been perfectly
successful, for the robbers were captured
just as they had forced an entrance into
the kitchen.