, 1897-03-06
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looking earnestly upward into the big
marshal's face as the stranger entered,
but withdrew his gaze for a to
glsnce at the newcomer. Then he
reached Tor his revolver.
Theirs my man. he remarked, calm
ly. in an undertone. to the marshal.
Get back from the bar, please"
Wylie, ~dumfounded, did as he was
hidden. in time to see the stranger look
up just as Mr.. Meeks got him covered.
Hands up. Mr.. Williams" command
ed the little man. Il want you"
With an oath. the other drew" and
for a few seconds there was a confusion
OF shots. in which the city marshal
could take no part by reason OF his re-
volver getting stuck and refusing to
come forth. Then the stranger threw
up both hands. in token OF surrender.
Have you-er-a pair OF handouts,
Mr.. Wylie?' asked Mr.. Meeks. Put
EN- on him, please. Sorry, Mr.. Will
Jams, but | can't take any chances with
you
Williams did not answer. but growled
angrily under his breath as he submit
ted to being handcuffed.
I'll git you for this" he said to Wy
lie, as the latter stepped back after fin
ishing the operation.
.0h va will will ,-ao yv,;, o,,on $3.50.
friend, Mr.. Meeks. gifts through'ith ye.
Mr.. Williams" was the cheerful reply.
Want put i'm in tn cooler?" asked
the marshal, presently.
NO thanks. He'll bunk with me to-
night, and tomorrow we leave. Much
obliged, all the same.
1t was not more than an hour before
every one in Buffalo Horn knew that
little Mr.. Meeks, had. single-handed,
captured the notorious Kinkfisher Will
Jams, after a short battle in which no
body was hurt; and the general senti-
ment was Of the well, I'll be dog-gon-
ed!' variety.
hul hiSht WI slCNhS Aau Il lcNtt uuu
blushingly received the congratulations
Of the best citizens Of Buffalo Horn dur
ing a period OF two hours, the while his
now staunch friend, Jim Wylie, oblging-
ly guarded his desperate prisoner. Had
he been a less temperate man, he might
have retired somewhat the worse for
linIlnr ne did rnSf nf tho riti,npo ~
Buffalo Horn; but he kept his wits
about him and was as sober as his pris-
oner when they turned in.
Next morning, a half-score of leading
citizens had sufficiently recovered from
the nights revelries to accompany him
and his prisoner to Four-Mile creek.
This honor was modestly protested
against by the little man, who seemed
not TO see thai he had done anything re-
markable, but he was hooted down, and
when they reached F0ur-Mile his escort
parted from him with three rousing
cheers and u volley of revolver shots by
way Of salute.
= "uc ocotsl L sloSh Ia Io allCll looh
when an excited. hatless man. mounted
on Il painting horse that dripped with
p~erspiration. dashed up to the Hotel
Winslow. in front OF which q number
OF citizens were sitting discussing the
events Of the day and night previous.
and hoarsely announced: "kingfsher
he's killed inn"
What? Who? asked Winslow.
What We talkin' about, man."
The stranger was gusping for breath,
but presently managed to explain that,
20 miles south, he had been resting I'M
der a tree by a stream, when a little man
and a big man, whom he had known In
Kingfisher as "Kingtisher' williams,
came along and dismounted near by.
The little man was leaning over to get a
drink when Williams sneaked up behind
him and struck him down with his
handouts. After this, said the stranger,
he saw Williams take the keys from the
little mans pocket and unlock his hand
cuffs. Then he shot the %insensible VIC
tim with the lntter's own gun. mounted
and rode away; and the newcomer hur-
ried into Buffalo Horn the faster be-
cause Williams caught sight Of him as
he was leaving and took a few shots at
him.
wy didn't we shoot back-'r else git
III drop on i'm Wen 9 hit little Meeks
wi tn bracelets?" asked Jim Wylie
fiercely.
cause, in the first place, l didn't
think ed kill tn man. SECONDHAND
the stranger eyed Wylie quizzically-"l
reckon ye hain't real we'll acquainted
18th King1sher Williams, be ye?"
In less than an hour the little towr
was practically d]epopulated Of men. al
but the cashier Of the local bank and
few bar-tenders having gone on tn
warpath to catch and hang Kingfshe
Williams for the murder Of Mr.. Meeks
The stranger did not accompany them
his horse being blown and himself mol
being anxious to meet Mr.. Williams
However, It made no difference, as every
one knew the ford which the stranger
said was the scene Of the tragedy.
Thus, nearly every n being gone
southwark to mete out Justice to the al
legged murderer OF Mr.. Meeks. 1t was
really child's play for that gentleman
and Mr.. Williams, emerging from their
hiding-place in the hills just north Of