The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-11-03

address my words to those around me,
when Squire eager, who had not yet
spoken, interposed. He was copsci9n.
tious man, and, though he undoubtedly
sympathized with me, did not sympa,
thize with tho frightful fiction which
he believed / was trying to weave.
~ wish to ask this man few ques.
tons, he said, and the universal re-
spect felt for tho officer Of the law caus-
ed Il hush to fall upon the angry throng.
l bowed auspecting what was coming.
"You don't deny that you rode up to
this hotel this afternoon on the chestnut
geiding which Mr.. Bulinch put into
his stable at your request?''
81 have already admitted that. l aft
erward crossed to the postoilice and got
letter which was mailed from New
York and addressed to me, Edward
Kenmore
"And any of us might have done the
same by asking for it, having arranged
that little matter beforehand" said
the squire, brushing aside this cobweb,
"but when you came and sat down on
the porch and talked with me and Mr..
Bultinch VIC both addressed you as Hank
Boyer.
"You did," replied, and the land
lord nodded his head in acquiescence.
lyon talked with us as if you were
Hank Boyer. You spoke about your IA
tber and asked questions of us. Why
didn't you deny you were Hank Boyer
at that timer
1t was driving nail into my coffin,
and I knew my explanation would not
be accepted by single one of my hear
ers.
II did a foolish thing. Twas amused
by the mistake, and by way of fun I
humored it. You will recall that my
questions showed my ignorance, not
only Of your affairs, but of Hank
Beyer's."
II believe you pretended something
Of the kind"
The squire mournfully shook his
head. He was through, having SEN
fenced me, as may be said, to capital
punishment.
~ do not deny, gentlemen, that the
case looks bad against me. You have
noticed that the man whom I pointed
out by the door resembles me, except
that / wear mustache and he does not.
He had one today, but shaved it off
after we parted, probably foreseeing
something like this. But I have the
right to ask that before executing me
you make sure that I am really Hank
Boyer, the horse thief"
(which the same is what we have
done with the help you have given u.s."
replied Jim DUNCAN, with a significant
grin in which the others Joined.
ut looks that way, but you are in
error. Now, it is easy for you to tele-
graph to certain parties whom will
lame in New York and by whom can
establish my identity. You will do me
hat justice. If l fail to convince you
hat I am what claim, then do with
ne as you wish"
"That request sounds fair" inter-
posed the squire, "but I'm sorry to say
hat the nearest telegraph station is at
southfield and with our bad roads it
will take two days to go there and
,ack. Pm afraid" he added, looking
ound at the savage countenances,
that my friends will not be willing to
vait that long"
"No, non came from nearly every
ne in the room. "a good deal might
appen in that time
HE wants chance to give you the
lip" added the real Hank Boyer from
is station by the door. "Why not let
i'm have chance for his life?'
At that moment nothing was more
vident than that every man crowded
ito the room was my enemy. looked
round into the Implying faces and
raced myself for the final struggle,
'hich believed could not be deferred.
he mob were impatient that they had