The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1896-02-21

and Bloodgood shot Red Hutch dead.
Then he started out to run the town,
and he ran it for awhile.
Satan's Camp was not a place one
man could run long, however, and
Bloodgood was soon Obliged to get out
or lose his scalp.
He got out, but on his way out Of
town he stopped long enough to shoot
Old Grim.
Then he went on his drunken course,
leaving terrified boy weeping and
wailing over the body Of the man who
had been so kind to him.
An hour later Bold Billy came rush
ing into Satan's Camp.
In the greatest excitement he told
them what had happened, and then he
entreated them to pursue the murderer
and bring him to justice.
They laughed at him.
They told him they were not fools.
Bloodgood was killer" and there
was no one who cared to follow him up.
When he found they would not go,
the boy literally screamed:
you are all cowards-cowards-
towards! Give me gun! I will fol-
low and capture him.!
They laughed at the boy, but he re-
peated over and over that he would
follow the assassin If he had weapon.
At length somebody showed revolt
yer into his hand, saying:
Here, we hev it, kid; now see what
We kin do. If you bring Hank Blood
good here with his hands tied behind
him, we'll agree to lynch him. Eth,
pards?"
"You betv' cried the crowd. go fer
him, Bold Billy, an make yerself ia
NOUS"
Not another word did the boy say.
With the loaded revolver clutched in
his hand, he hurried out of the camp
on the trail Of Hank Bloodgood.
"Thet's the last we'll ever see O. Bold
Billy" some one declared. He'd be
skeered ter death ter see Bloodgood.
You've lost your gun, Bolly."
"Mebbe," returned the man who had
hOohOu ShO wy IhO lCNOlNOis
At sunset a crowd of loafers were
gathered in front of Saints Rest, the
only hotel in Satan's Camp.
Suddenly one of them exclaimed:
Look thar, pards! Who's them COM
in down Their trail?"
1.-TWO critters, one head o. t'other,"
said administered ruffian. Hands
hitched behind him, by thunder! Ga
loot in front is tied! See Their string
that runs ter t'other one? Holy Smoke!
It's-it's-why, it is"
Hank Bloodgoodw
Shores yer bornv
"Who's t'other critter?"
81 kinder reckon it's Bold Billy bring
in back my revolver" said Bolly
Briggs, with grim satisfaction. "Who
said I wouldn't ever see tibet var gun
ag'in?"
Bold Billy it was.
He had taken the killer" captive.
Straight into town marched the boy
and his prisoner.
Billy's face was deathly pale.
Bloodgood's right hand had been
shattered by bullet.
Here is the man who killed Old
Grim, the only friend I had," said the
boy, his voice weak, as if from great
exhaustion. 81 have brought him here
tied. Now keep your part of the agree
ment."
He had stopped in front of Saints
Rest as he uttered these words.
Every loafer there was on his feet.
"Hooray fer Bold Billyw cried one.
"Derned eff he amt done it, though I
dunno how he ever succeeded
"Wall, kinder reckon we'll hev ter
keep our part of the contract, eh
pards?" said Bolly Briggs, as he came
down the steps.
That's right" shouted the crowd in
unison.
Three minutes later Hank Bloodgood,
the killer" was swinging from the
limb of tree.
Bold Billy watched the work complet-
ed, then he swayed, put out his hands,
and fell in senseless heap.
The men hastily bent over him.
"Great snakesw shouted Bolly Briggs.
Hes got two bullets in Their left shoul-
der! Hank done some shootin', but
this yere boy took him all the samev
"Whar's Doc. Seldom"
The doctor was on hand, full to the
chin with bad liquor, but still able to
extract bullet.
The job was done, Bold Billy's
wounds were bathed and bandaged,
and he was taken to nearby hut.
And there he lay for weeks, nursed
by the ruffians of Satan's Compromised
with all the care and tenderness posi-
BILE from masculine hands.
Doc. Seldom attended the boy, and the
miners and roughs fixed it so the doc
tor could not get a sup of liquor in
the camp during the entire time.
From a street row or saloon brawl i'm
which he had killed a man, a citizen
of the place would go to his bedside
Of Bold Billy and play the solicitous
nurea