The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1894-08-18

palms turned upward; another gave an
lnappreciative grant, as he passed on
toward the prison; the third stopped
just long enough to deliver his mes
sage.
.'Say, Jarrett, warden says you're to
join him at the lower end of the Piute
Canon. You're to bring two guards
with you and starts soon's Mr..
Franks come back from town to take
charge"
'"That'n be in half an hour. All
right" He nodded to the man, who
passed on YEARLY. ''Now," he con-
tinued turning to Paddock, ''do you
really want to Gomez"
do TT
"We'n take little lunch in a big
hurry, get our guns-I'u show you that
new One-and start"
The sun was setting when they reach
ed Piute Canon. They had seen no
trace of the warden's camp, but, as
they began the ascent of the ravine,
man came out to meet them. Pad
docks heart beat madly. His desire
for excitement and peril was curiously
confused with natural sympathy for
the under man in the fight But the
stranger proved to be a guard, station
ed there to direct the achievements
further up the canon, whittier clew
had guided the warden and his party.
So they pressed on, leaving their
horses in the mans care at the foot
Of the ridge, for the sides Of the noun
tain sloped steeply. Conversation be-
came difficult as they climbed, and they
toiled on in silence till they had reach
ed the summit and found the party.
'We've got him this time" were
the white-haired warden's first words,
his fine benevolent face glowing in tri-
umph; che camped on this very spot
last night. Burns and Davis are out
now. If they don't find him, you and
I'll do the business, Jarrett" He threw
back his handsome head, smiling
pleasantly.
They threw themselves upon the
ground to rest, and the warden began
to give the reporter the particulars
Of the escape. He was interrupted by
the arrival of the two guards. They
had found nothing.
''Well, Jarrett, you, Wilson, Ben
nett, and this young fellow, if he wants
to, come along with nee. They took the
trail up the mountain. Well climb
over the hill yonder. On the other side
the brush is thick, with the trail to-
ward Hatton's ranch not far off.
There We'll find Crandall, if am not
much Mistaken
Soon they were ready The warden's
enthusiasm had communicated itself
to his companions. Jarrett examined
his new, long revolver lovingly, for
"Crandall isn't the man to go back for
life without fight" Wilson and Ben
nett marched on grimly, watching ev-
cry bush, and Paddock followed, his
brain in whirl of excitement The
long twilight of the summers day had
passed. In the dark, warm night they
walked on softly, speaking only in
whispers. The young mans conflict
ing sentiments had yielded by this
to the silent expectation, the vigilant
enthusiasm of the rest of the party
Jarrett's rifle, which the reporter had
taken for moment while the former
examined his pistol, he held uncon-
sciously now with a firm grasp His
nerves were so strained that the slight
est noise came to him like a shock
When Jarrett touched him upon the
shoulder to tell him that the warden
had called halt, he jumped nervously.
Jarrett's lips curled beneath his heavy
dark-red mustache. Under cover Of
the darkness, he did not try to con-
ceal the CLEAN of contempt in his
small, keen eyes.
'We're hot on the trail," he whisper
ed to Wilson. "Warden, Bennett, and
I'll 60 on down the ravine. Hotpoint
ing to Paddock-"had better stay here
with you while you watch. He'll do
less damage here than with U.S. A shot
from us or from you'll be the signal
that Crandalps found
He had spoken with his mouth close
to the guards ear.
Wilson and Paddock stood in silence,
watching till the warden's party had
For a long time they
waited, expecting every moment to
hear the signal. The young mans
nervous trembling had passed away;
he was eager for the conflict. The soft
er sentiments had vanished; only the
savage in him remained and longed for
battle.
After time he could no longer bear
inaction. He envied the guard his
sentry's duty, which gave him the lib
erty of pacing up and down. The
moon was just rising. Rocks and
bushes took queer shapes in the dim
light, and from behind any of them
CIduudu ullSuC De lurking. WIN q
nod to the guard, the young man turn
ed and climbed to the top Of the hill.
Far down, a glimmer of light from the
broad moon tipped the shining barrel
of Jarrett's pistol, which doubtless he
had cooked in his hand The warden
and his two men were creeping eau
tiously along
Paddock stood awhile; then, rounding
a turn in the twisting trail, suddenly
he came upon the murderer crouched
behind great rock, his eyes bent upon
the same CLEAN Of steel that had at
tracted Paddock's attention.
Throw up your handsv' Paddock
commanded, his young voice vibrating
with triumph. Suddenly, remembering
Jarrett's rifle, which he had forgotten
in his excitement, he covered the man
before him.
Surprised at this unexpected assault
in the rear, the man jumped, turned,
bent for his gun-then obeyed. The
defiance in his haggard face yielded to
to despairing consciousness of defeat.
They stood thus for a minute, the
convict braced against the towering
rock, one hand above his head, the
other bound in dirty cloth han ing
limp at his side
But, as the VOI1nc mans evoS mot