Daily camera., 1897-01-25

J walton tonight. Iney can't get out
| nast my sentries. They're sure to be
! rabbed if they try. Let 'em try, I say.
! It's the easiest way to settle the whole
/ business. Then they can be arrested
without disturbin' anybody in the
| house"
But Parmelee was dissatisfied He
had been chaffed, jeered at, maddened
over the escape of his prisoners. Two
| of them-the worst of the lot, so far as
he could judge-were here now, within
| his grasp, if ne could but persuade Close
to act. He had still card to play, and
| it was trump lead.
Il did selli you q telegram steering
you to Gibson's, and I did it because
| the marshal himself so directed; for it
was he who was sure that was where
| they had taken refuge. Scroggs and
his precious kinsman, Potts, probably
| got warning in time to send their two
refugees away, and now they've had the
cheek to hide them here, right under
your nose. Talk about the record
| you've made as preserver of the peace
north that, after being released from
Jail in the presence of Capt. Closes com
| pany, the worst of the gang-men un
der Indictment for murderous assault
on United States officers in discharge of
| their duties-came and took up their
residences across the road from Capt.
| Closes camp and dared him to take
thprn fThot'c ha t'l1 rao1 NV Cod
| if you don't act tonight"
For a moment. Close simply stared at
| the man. Parmelee was no fighter, man
| to man, steel to steel; that the war vet
eran knew we'll; but the Yankee school
! master of ante-bellum days had learned
| to use his wits and his tongue. He
could argue. If he couldn't face bullet.
The staIwart soldier who, ,single-hand
ed. had captured squad of astonished
| trench defenders before Vicks burg and
| had faced the blazing battle line with
dauntless front score of times, looked
| helplessly moment into the face Of
| this keen fencer, then turned appeal
ingly to the young West Pointer, as
| though to ask: isn't there mething
| III NouI tuuCdIlOll W dlLS"ti ClIio pub
| lambert was silent. From first to last
| the lesson taught him at the national
academy was subordination OF the mill
tary to the civil authority.
"Well, go ahead. You're boss, s'pose.
can only follow. What d'you want me
to do?" said Close. 't
81 want you to search that house and
get those men," was Parmelee's an
swer. .a
And then there was another moment
Of oppressive silence; then sudden start
and alarm.
Down the Tugaloo road to the south,
at the farthest corner of the fence
which surrounded the Walton place,
there was pathway leading through
the brush to the level bottom" below.
Somewhere in this direction, but be-
yond the corner, only few seconds be-
fore. had been heard sound like that
of bray nipped suddenly in the bud
Of mules essay at vocalism checked
summarily with a club. At this point
where road and pathway came together
Lambert had posted Private Green, a
reliable soldier of many years expe-
rience, and when Green challenged
there was reason for it. Low and stern
his voice was heard distinctly at the
listening camp: "Who comes there?"
followed almost Immediately by, the
sharp order: "Halt! Halt, or fire."
Waiting for no order, Lambert was
off like dart, Burns following with
| lantern. Again came the cry: Halt"
but the promised shot was not heard.
Even when running at speed past the
gate of the Walton place, the young
officer could not resist a quick glance
at the dark facade of the old homestead.
Already light was dancing along the
portico, another cleaning at AN upper
| window.
whats the matter, sentry?" he
painted, as he came upon the dark figure
at the turn of the road. Green, with his
rifle at "ready," was peering into the
gap in the tangle of shrubbery.
"Some one was coming up there, sir,
and ran the instant l challenged. I
ought to have let him get up to me and
then halted him, but I had regulations
instead of sense in my head" said
Green, New Englander with propen-
sity for talk. Hes out O harms
! way"
| But Lambert waited to hear no more.
| With Burns at his heels he sprang down
| the dim pathway, and had not gone 30
yards before he came upon some strug-
Cling object crashing into the brush
| towards the stream. HALT" he
shouted, and, while something halted,
other something's, with muttered oaths,
went plunging on. He heard splash,
hoofs Gathering over gravel, the lash
ing of whip, and then all was still
across the dark open space through
which flowed the sluggish branch" ;"
But here among the bushes were two
wondering quadrupeds, one a mule
with broken bridle-rein, the other, as
Burns lantern speedily showed, 4
Cherokee pony-both saddled.' A cor
poral came running to join them. and in
| a moment the beasts were led back to