The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1897-11-24

While they were engaged in this
was trying to think out some way O
letting Mr.. Cullen and Albert know
where the letters were. The problem
was to suggest the saddle to them with
out letting the cowboys understand, ant
by good luck l thought had the means
Albert had complained to mo the day We
had ridden out to the Indian dwellings
at Flagstaff that bis saddle fretted some
CALLED spots which he had chafed on his
trip to Moran's Point. Hoping he would
"catch on" I shouted to him:
How are your sore spots, Albert?'
He looked at me in a puzzled way and
called, "Aw-I don't understand youi'
"Those sore spots you complained
about to mo the day before yesterday, {"
Iexplained.
He didn't seem any the less befogged
as he replied, chad forgotten all about
them"
Give got touch Of the same trou.
bic, I went on, land if were you ia
look into the cause.''
Albert only looked very much mysti-
fed, and I didn't dare say nspre, for at
this point the trio, with the sheriff,
came out Of my car. II hadn't known
that the letters were safe, ! could have
read the story in their faces, for more
disgusted and angry looking men have
rarely seen. u t.. -
They had talk with the sheriff, and
then Fred, Lord Rallies and were
marched of by the official, his lordship
demanding sight Of a warrant and pro-
testing against the illegality of his ar
rest, varied at moments by threats to
appeal to the British consul, minister
plenipo., her majesty's foreign Office,
etc., all Of which had about as much in
fiuence on the sheriff and his cowboy
assistants as Moqui Indian snake
dance would have in stopping run
away engine. 7 confess to feeling Ger
tain grim satisfaction in the fact that If
I was to DO shut off from seeing Madge
the Britisher was in the same box with
me.
Ash Forks. though only 9 years old,
had advanced far enough toward civil
lization to have small Jail, and into
that we were showed. Night was come
by the time we were lodged there, and,
being in pretty good appetite, struck
tho sheriff for some grub.
"I'n git you somethin," he said good
"bnt next time you shove
people, Mr.. Gordon, just quit shown
your friends. My shoulder feels like
Perhaps it's just AZ well not to say what
his Ehoulder felt like The western yo-
is expressive, but at times not
quite fit for publication.
The moment the sheriff was gone
Fred wanted TIE mystery Of the letters
Explained, and I told him all there was
10 tell, including as good q description
Of tho pony as I could give him. We
tried to hit on some plan to get word to
those outside, but it wasn't to be done.
At least it was point gained that some
'ne Of our party besides myself knew
Thsre the letters were.
Tho sheriff returned presently with q
oaf Of canned bread and tin Of beans
I had been alone, should have kicked
It tho food and got permission for my J
'oys to send mo up something from 81,
mt thought I'd sec how Lord Rallies
would like genuine western fare, SO I {
aid nothing. That, I have to state, is o
norc-or rather less-than the Britisher '
I'D after he had sampled the stuff, and /
eally don't blame him, much as I ell. t
eyed his rage and disgust : a
It didn't take long to finish our sup. '
er, and then Fred, who hadn't slept y
anch the night before, stretched out on o
he floor and went to sleep. Lord Rallies il
nd sat on boxes-the only furniture
he room contained-about as far apart p
8 we could get, he in the sulks and I !.
cheerfully. I should have "
-ked to be with Madge, but be wasn't,
} there was some compensation, and I b
new that time was playing the cards b
, our favor So long as they hadn't
,und the letters we had only to sit still tt
, win.
About an hour after supper the sheriff tt
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