The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-02-09

shack The drawl of nv host was
enough to bring every faculty into action.
nave carried my gun in my trousers
pocket always-see where it's frightened
by fifteen years Of such packing The
Iootsteps came nearer. The old man him
self had pushed ahead of his escort and
chance to dress Perhaps he thought de-
spite my growing reputation as a bad
man hadn't learned to keep my gun on
wnen asleep even, and was playing to
catch me mapping.
well, as he slipped around the corner
he came in too close in his hurry and he
found the muzzle of my six-shooter right
up against his well-rounded abdomen, 1t
was chance and ] took it.
Guess you had better tell your fellows
70 not shoot ! remarked, carelessly, and
then, despite his cursing, persuaded him
to hand over his own gun. l didn't want
70 dress. In fact, insisted that nothing
was 10 be done but to get into that buck
board and go back TO Cougar in hopes of
catching the overland eaStbound. The old
hermit put hat on my head and threw
%y coat in the blackboard and we were
ut was a drive for your life. kept my
gun close up against Stewards body and
| could feel the thrill of his nerves along
1t as the blackboard bounded along that
road. l was going away from that Holt
day dinner, but l was getting nearer to
safety every minute That gang of cut
threats riding alongside was continually
discussing the chance of shooting me in
such way as to save the old man. He
was TOO nervous TO let them make an at
tempt One said he could knock my gun
out of range from behind while another
bored me through the head, but my smile
of satisfaction shook the old mans nerve
and he wouldn't hear to it. He was ours
ing me all the while literally, but he
couldn't take a chance of "A ball through
his food machine at all.
1T got hot. / didn't have a. coat on and
was fairly comfortable. The old man
Stewart had and sizzled. 1 wouldn't let
him move; Then he swore some more. We
beat the train to the station and rested
in the blackboard till 1t came up. Then
the old man pleaded TO be let go. He said
could get on and he'd guarantee l wasn't
touched. No. l still kept him right close
Took his arm and escorted him into the
train with that pistol barrel rubbing
against his clothing and giving him an
electric shock at each step. The boys, at
his advice, turned back. The blackboard
was to be left there until he returned.
IF ever a man sighed with relief I did
as that train left for the east. The old
some. Along came the conductor and 1
paid my fare to Albuquerque, where
had suit of clothes cached for Just such
an emergency
1.-The old man was rummaging through
his pockets. L say, Sandy, I've not got
coin enough along to pay my fare. My
stuff's in my bag in the blackboard. You
know don't carry money around. Lend
me SO till we get to Albuquerque, for
might as well go in with you as stop at
Winslow.'
'I saw my chance. beg pardon I
said loud enough for the conductor to
hear. I hope you don't think because
helped you on the train am easy enough
to lend you money Then to the conduct
or: I don't know this man, do your Then
the deluge. How Stewart did cuss while
the conductor said: of course, If you
can't pay, TN have to put you off, and
the train was signaled to stop, and away
out on that sizzling desert Stewards 200
pounds was hustled off the cars, and he
began to carry it back down the four or
five miles of track that had been passed
over.
''Well, I got out and found the trouble
arose as thought it had. The New York
agent had tipped Stewart. where the stuff
game from, and he ran me down. When
l got through the mine was wrecked
though. couldn't stay east and have now
been mining and exporting for years One
day l was sitting in my Office in Denver.
when a portly man came in and asked for
an opinion. He didn't know my whiskers.
and had to explain who I was He was
right cordial. but said, after we had
transacted our business:
That was a dirty - trick, making me
walk five miles, or was it fifty?''