Alpena argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1893-1909, 1893-07-12

tapgs were worn-loolsing and the men
themselves presented the appearance
of extreme WEAKNESS, yet they seemed
TO wear an air of triumph, as they
slowly rode up tn the home of Uncle
Billy" and dismountcd before the door.
One of the neighbors in attendance
upon the wounded people came out as
they were tying up their horses, and
eagerly inquired II they had captured
the Mexican, and was answered by one
of the horsemen with: Ibid we get
him? Well, ] kinder guess we got him,
ell, pard2' turning 10 another Of the
riders. Yes" replied the one adj
dressed. Hes an awful still greaser
now. He amt likely to do any more
cuttin' er shootin' round these diggin's,
I'll gamble" With these words they
entered the house, and while partalSing
of proffered refreshment their leader,
the big fellow from FL Monte, related
the particulars of their search and
capture of the fugitive.
They had ridden all over San Gabriel
valley from La Puente TO the Cajon
Pass without obtaining any clew TO the
whereabouts of the Mexican. Their
search had been carried on quietly SO
as not to arouse the country and give
the alarm 10 the fleeing villain, and IL
was with intense disappointment that
they were about to relinquish the
search when one Of them caught sight
of boot tracks near a pool of water
that was fringed upon one side by some
overbanging bushes. The whole band
gathered about the tracks and followed
them about among the bushes until
they came TO the edge of the water
where they disappeared. They were
off the scent again, and their inn
patience found vent in imprecations
upon the head of the 'greaser" as they
circled about the pool in search of his
trail. After an extended examination
of the surroundings they were about to
abandon the spot when one OF their
number noticed slight movement of
the bushes which hung down over the
water. Watching the spot intently he
noticed faint ripple upon the surface
of the water Immediately under them.
Turning to his departing comrades he
shouted: Here we are, fellers, here S
our meat under the bushes hcre!'
With wild rush they all returned
and surrounded the pool crying eager
ly: Where, where is hep" And he was
there, sure enough, all but his face UNI
der water and that concealed by the
tangled bushes which overhung the
pool.
As soon as he found he was discov.
cred the Mexican rose up and made a
dash for liberty through the bushes,
outstrip the wind itself, as the swiftly
flying lasso which whizzed over his
head brought him TO earth with a
jerk that turned him heels over head.
In few moments the work of retribu'
ton was finished and the band of grim.
faced ranchers turned their horses
heads towards La Puente, leaving a
CHASTITY perforated corpse dangling
from limb in the midst OF the thicket
The victims of the murderous Mex
lean were soon nursed back to life and
health, and through the kind assist
ance of friends their business was care
fully attended to. As result of his
efforts to save his throat from the Mex
leans knife some of Uncle BillS's'
fingers were SO badly lacerated as t.
leave them stiff and useless for life
But his wife fully recovered, and &c
this day he relates with much feeling
the story of the tragedy and how hi.
bacon" was saved by that "Arkansav
woman" of his. Frank 3. Welch, II
Banner of Gold.