The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1897-01-01

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made sure that his new door fastenings
were equal to stronger test than that
to which l had subjected the former
ones, so we were wise in not attempt
ing to carry his castle by force.
The door opened and closed again.
saw the feeble glimmer of a lantern
moving toward the clubhouse in which
my horse had been stabbed. l heard a
slight rustling in the hedge, and,
stretching out my arm, found that Car
riston had left my side. In the alb
sence of any command from him l did
not follow, but resumed the old occu-
| pation-waiting
! In few minutes the light of the Ian
| tern reappeared; the bearer stood on
the threshold ofthe house, while won
dered what Carriston was doing. Just
as the door was opened for the DOORS
readmittance, a dark figure sprang
upon him. | heard fierce oath and
cry of surprise; then the lantern few
out of the mans hand, and he and his
assailant tumbled struggling through
| the narrow doorway.
"Hurrah! the door is won, anyway
l shouted as, followed closely by the
| doctor, / jumped over the hedge and
rushed to the scene of the fray.
Although Carriston's well conceived
attack was so vigorous and unexpected
that the man went down under it; al
though our leader utilized the advan-
| tage he had gained in proper and
| laudable manner, by humping that
thick bullet head as violently as he
could against the flags on which it lay,
doubt if, after all, he could have done
his work alone. The countryman was
a muscular brute and Carriston but
STRIPPING. However, our arrival speed
| lily settled the question.
Bind him. painted Carriston; there
is cord in my pocket" He appeared
to have come quite prepared for con-
tingencies. While Carriston still en-
braced his PROSTATE foe, and Brand, to
facilitate matters, knelt on his shout
der, sat on his head or did something
else useful, | drew out from the first
pocket tried a nice length of half inch
| line, and had the immense satisfaction
| of trusting up my scowling friend in
a most workmanlike manner. He must
have felt those turns on his wrist for
! days afterward. Yet when we were
at last at liberty to rise and leave him
| lying helpless on his kitchen floor, |
considered | exercised great self-de-
NAL in not bestowing a few kicks upon
him. as he swore at us in his broadcast
vernacular in a way which under the
circumstances, was no doubt comfort
to him.
We scarcely noticed the mans wife
while we rendered her husband help
less. AS we entered she attempted to
fly out, but Brand, with the prompti-
tude which, l am glad TO record, inter-
cepted her, closed the door, turned and
pocketed the key. After that the
woman sat on the floor and rocked her
self to and fro.
For some moments, while recovering
his breath, Carriston stood and posi-
lively glared at his PROSTATE foe. At
| last he found words
Where is she? Where is the key,
you hound?" he Numbered out stoop-
ing over the fellow and shaking him
with a violence which did my heart
| good. AS he received no answer save
the unrecordable expressions above
mentioned, we unbuttoned the wretch's
pockets and searched those greasy re-
ceptacles. Among the usual litter we
did certainly find key. Carriston
snatched at it, and shouting Made
line! Madeline! | come" rushed out
of the room like maniac, leaving
Brand and me to keep guard over our
prisoners.
/ filed a pipe. lit it, and then came
| back to my fallen foe.
IL say. old chap" I said, stirring
him gently with the toe of my boot
this will be lesson 20 you. Remem-
Der, told you that civility costs moth
ing. If you had given me Christian
bed accommodation instead of making
me wear out my poor bones on that
Internal chair, you could have logged