Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1893-04-16

saddle of my beast as well"
Bv this time he had reached the door
from which long and narrow passage
led to the back entrance. let him get
little way before l rose, for wanted
him we'll in front of me, and then, after
a hurried whisper to Mr.. Ingram, "Slt
still, Squire, whatever happens, l
bounded into the passage after nv quar-
~. He had not suspected | saw through
him, IL was evident, so was on him
with the muzzle of my revolver pressed
against the back Of his neck before he
had time to turn, even II it had occur
red to him to do so. "Throw up your
handsl" l cried in low voice. Quick!
or I'll drop you in your tracks"
He threw up his hands slowly. "You
are mad" he said. "What do you
mean?"
'I'n apologize afterward, II I'm
wrong" answered. Meantime keep
up your hands" AS spoke, rapidly
unclssr3i III; belt. aud threw 1t with
the revolver In 1t as far behind me as
could. "Now." said, ''march straight
on, and" = But the fight was not out
Of him by any means, though had him
at such a disadvantage. With extraor-
binary auickness he ducked, and then,
turning swiftly round, he struck upward
so fercely at my right hand that the
pistol exploded. the ball burying itself
som ewhere in the ceiling, as the weapon
sailed through the air and dropped
some Yards behind me; while at the
same moment / received a blow on the
chest, delivered with such tremendous
strength that l reeled right back into
the dining room.
The moment got to my feet, 1 rush
ed after George, who had, of course,
made good his escape by the back door
and gained his horse. By the time l
got outside he was of, and ] saw him
sailing over the slip rails like bird.
$50 long, Sparks, old man" he
shouted TO me. "You had good try
for it, but you won't collar the five hun
dreG this bout"
won't Il' I yelled after him wrath
fully, as flung myself on my horse.
Whats up?" roared the squire, rushing
madly out. "Gentleman George" l
howled back as popped over the slip
panels and raced away over the nat on
the bushranger's track.
George knew all about riding, soon
saw, for. short as was the start he had
got. he made the most OF it. We kept
the same distance between us for about
ten miles, aud then, though 1 knew the
pace was too hot to last, yet Georges
horse was fresher than mine, and l saw
that was losing ground.
II must stop him." muttered. 'If
once he reaches the Long Scrub he'll
dismount and get clear away" So
shouted; Halt, George, or I'll tireW L
don't know whether he heard me or not
for he kept straight on; so let drive
at him. 1t seemed TO me that he swayed
a little in his saddle, but l could not be
certain, and only those who have tried
1t know how difficult thing it is to hit
a mark when one is going at racing
pace. Presently he reached for bis
holster and drew out the revolver l had
replaced. He saw IN moment what
had been done, and fiinging the weapon
aside with violent gesture he rode on
for dear life.
And now the edge OF the Long Scrub
came In sight. 1 drove the spurs into
nv horse and sent him along for all he
was worth. George heard my cries OF
encouragement, looked round once as
second bullet from my revolver whistled
over his head, or buried itself in his
body, l could not tell which, and with
yell of defiance, urged his horse into
yet more furious gallop.
Nearer aud nearer we drew to the
scrub, and the pace was tremendous.
The strain was telling fearfully on both
horses, and it was evident that neither
Of them had much more running left in
him. Georges was laboring fearfuily,
despite the savage squirting OF his
rider; while my own faithful roam was
sobbing with distress as he strug-
gled gamely, but in vain, to over
take his fellow. And now the goal
was very near, aud still George thun-
dered on. Would he beat me? l
ground my teeth together and called on
my horse for one last effort. Calamity
the poor brute responded and felt him
spring beneath me as he put all his
noble heart into the struggle. Hurrah!
l was gaining. But, Oh, how slowly! 1t
was question Of time, OF endurance,
and-ha! look at Georgel Was blind
with excitement, or was he Keeling in
his saddle? Nearer and nearer-fve
minutes more and he will be there.
Three are gone-four-he is there! And
then for one moment / seemed to see
him sway from side to siis-the next,
was hurled through the air like bolt
from a bow, as my horse, putting his
foot In treacherous hole, came-head-
long to the ground.
For some moments l lay there
stunned; and then, struggling again
into consciousness, tried to rise. But
it was no use; my left leg was broken,
and l sank back with groan. Fifty
yards away l saw George supporting
himself on one elbow and looking al
me.
"Are you hit, George?" I called out.
Eyes," he answered; somewhere in
the shoulder. / lost so much bleed, l
couldn't keep my seat. What's wrong
with you?"
"Leg," I replied lsconically. "SuF-
render, George"
He laughed. What! To man
with a game leg9 Not 1. Besides what
for? You would nurse my wound we'll
again, and then hang me. No, no;
know trick worth two of that"
and he began to crawl slowly and
painfully toward point somewhere to
nS right, not to my surprise, in
the direction % the scrub. l watched
him for a moment or tive as he dragged
himself laboriously along. "WhaN are
YOU at?" l shouted at last, puzzled by,
his behavior. He never answered; butt
with his eyes fixed apparently on SONG
object which l could not see, held
stralght on his course, his breath COM