The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1896-07-09

sprang up, tore Up first one board and
then another from the cabin floor, and,
squeezing himself into the opening 20
nlasle. said:
''Kiver me, quick--lay them boards
over mev'
Hank "beyed, and just as he had
completed his task there came Il Knock
ut the outer door that burst it open.
and then Hank beard his mother
scream.
''Shet erp. quick" stern voice COM
mandetl. IAN jes' git the ole mans
money fer us in a hurry.
"LOr-"
Don't We squeak another time. Ell
yc do I'll shoot we full q holes. Git
that money, an git it quick
Hank was Il mere boy: but he had III
him the Spirit of ancestors who Wee
Revolutionary soldiers and Indian
fighters Hearing his mother threat
ened sent along his nerves the thrill OF
true heroiSm. Quick as steel spring
he leaped to the partition door ana
flung it open. In his right hand he
held pair of heavy iron tOngs, which
he swung furiOusly against the first
man he saw. The mans back was to-
ward Hank, and the blow was lucky
one. la:,ding hard on the side nf the
fellows head. He staggered and
reeled against the wall, clutched at the
logs and fell heavily.
At the same instant another of the
men--there were three. all masked
struck Hank with a pistol. blow
which would have killed him, but for
the tOngS. The barrel of the weapon
hit one prong of the tOngS, and SO was
somewhat parted.
Mrs. Dilbert was now screaming ut
tine top Of her voice and struggling
with the third rObber.-L'p from the
floor rose the one that Hank lad
knocked down.
'.Yer goin' ter die awful quick" he
CRASHED forth. fiOurishing a large knife
and lunging madly at the boy, Who
lust then was lodging and leaping.
this way and that. to save his head
from his first assailant's blow.
The outside door was open. and the
wind and rain came in. The ashes
were whirled from the wide fireplace
and filled the room: the lard lamp on
Mrs. Dilbert'S little table was blown
out. The one light was WaverinS
flare from the pine knots on the hearth
in the other room.
Murder. Help Hank cried. as
loud as he could.
Suddenly the cabin trembled. There
was a rending noise. The floor in the
other room was heaved high anu the
boards fell aside with mighty clat-
ter A pale giant doomed in the uncer-
tain light, his hair disheveled, his grim
face distorted with passion. A post
was wrenched from the bedstead and
some heavy blows fell right and left.
Two or three pistol shots rang spite
fully in the midst of the struggle.
Next morning at O'Clock Col. Mill
err WOffOrd arrived at the lonely Dill
bert cabin. Five picked men OF the
revenue service were with him. and
they were guided by Mr.. Dilbert.
whose description of the wounded
stranger at his house had satisfied the
colonel that it was Glen Hires, the
most terrible of all the mountain out
laws. who had been nurSed so tender
ly by Hank There was large re-
ward for his capture. dead or alive. but
recently he had escaped. badly wound
ed. by fighting his way through a
posse of Federal officers.
They came only to rescue Hank.
Mrs. Dilbert had been shot in the at
tack on the house. but her death had
been avenged. Within and without
the cabin lay the bodies of the outlaws.
Glen Hires. whose giant strength had
felled them. one by one. was slowly
bleeding to death on the cabin floor
On the bed. unconscious. lay poor
Hank. and the last words of the man
lie had nurSed were:
THE yOungster won't lie. will he"
+. Glen Hires never heard the answer:
but his wish was granted. Hank lived
through it. and to-day is 4 leading man
near the Tennessee line in North GeOr.
gia.-Philadelphia Inquirer.