The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-01-22

noticed that their carblnes and revolt
vers and cartridge belts Alad oil been
taken possession OF by the Btrangcrs.
He realized that himself and the con-
stable were In the hands OF the stran-
gers. and he made a pretty shrewd
guess thot the man they were after had
turned the tables and captured them.
by George! guess there's no help
for It," said the sergeant. good-humor-
eddy, as he began 10 crawl Into the 9TH
or mans clothes. 81
whats you. fellows game, anyway"
he said. as he pulled on a pair OF deer
skin riding brooches. 4.
"Well. j take It you're rather tough
lot" said the man with stripes on his
arm, IAN we're golpg to arrest you for
horsc.stealin'."
blood" snid the sergeant, MS he COM
pleted his toilet with a broad-brlmmed
cowboy hat. "a .ft
Nov, suppose you're not much ac-
customed to wearing jewclry." said tho
othe". "but I'll have TO trouble you to
put these darbies on. and he tossed the
sergeant pair Of handouts. The SER
geant laughed. but made no movement
to put them on.
f"Put them on him, Bill" the stranger
sold, "and II he moves. Ill let daylight
through him; now the other" he added,
Us Bill clapped the handouts on the
sergeant, and In n twinkllng they were
mounted OH the bronchos belonging 20
the two men who had them In charge,
while the latter took their two good po-
lice horses and rode beside them.
you'll get INTO q fine row over this,
said the sergeant, to his cantor.
The latter laughed od-humoredly.
Not half SO fine row as ! would
have got into II 1t had been the other
way about. II you'd got the drop on
me first, and I was wearin' the brace
lets now. then I would thlnl; there was
trouble ahead
''Whatre you going to do with us,
anyway" said the sergeant. "You can
not eat US. Are you going to hold us up
an make the government ransom us
out ~
Were goln' to leave the constable
here with a friend who keeps a fash
ionable hotel In a shack down at Dead
Mans Crossing on Deep Cut Creek, an
we're goln' to take you to Maple,creek
an turn you over to the superintendent
there. You shouln't have run of the
horses, you know, an then when the
man objected You plugged him."
You seem to know oil about It,"
said the sergeant. II suppose you are
Bull Dog himself"
You seem a bit mixed, my friend"
replied the stranger coolly. you're
Bull Dog. Carney. and I'm Sergeant
Hetherlngton in charge OF this outfit"
and he pulled from his pocket the SER
geants papers, neatly inclosed In a
blue envelope, and smiled derisIvely at
Eetherington.
You won't be able to work that rack
ct at the barracks at Maple Creek. for
some Of the fellows'lll be sure to know
me there"
That afternoon they came to Dead
Mans Crossing, and Williams was left
there In charge OF q man they found In
the shack! He had evidently. been ex-
pectlng Carney, but he opened his eyes
with much wonder when he saw the
prisoners, and when he understood the
situation he went around with broad
grin on his face that wastpartIcularly
tantalizlng. n
Maple Creek was seventy milesSfrom
Dead Mans Crossing. They stopped all
night at Dead's Man Crossing, and
made sixty miles OF the seventy next
day.
In the morning the sergeant had
another lesson in the deep diplomacy
with which Carney negotiated matters.
Ride on, Bill" lie heard him say to
his mate, "and inquire II Sergeant
Hetherington has come in, get with his
prisoner. You can tell them that you
were out on littleTeconnoiter tors Car
ney's mate, and that expected 10 be
there at the barracks about ten O'Clock
II there's anybody there knows me
Sergeant Hetherington-just hit the
tall back apiece, and we'll move on to
the next post. ! want to give this man
Carney up to, strangers. you sec; I'm
afraid his friends m!shtn't treat him
well. Anyway, I think you'd better ride
back to meet me-" 7
Bill galloped away on his errand, and
after putting In an hour or so to give
him good start, Carney and his pris-
oner struck camp and followed up.
Bill met them about five miles out OF
Maple Creek, and reported that there
wasn't soul In the troop stationed
there that knew Hetheyirgton But
they're dead on TO Carncys racket.
though" he said, land when l told
them that we'd captured him, they
thought twas pretty slick piece of
business. They say he's harder to trap
than a coyote"
You see," said Carney to the sergeant,
"the easier You take this thing, and the
less racket You make. the better you'll
get along. If You get rusty and Insist
that you're sergeant, some OF the EEL
lows'll round on you. and the bad luck
the thirteen eggs Brought you'll be Moth
ing 70 the trouble that you'll get into
then.
AS soon as they got into the fort, Heth-
eringtongsaw ut once that Carney must
have been In the force at one time.
He asked for the sergeant major as
soon as the rode into the barracks square
and asked him 10 report to the superin-
tendent that he had brought In the des-
Derado Carney, who was wanted FOR
llorse-stealing and shooting man.
II was afraid TO take him back to Fort
Mcleod" he said. for fear he'd play
some trick and &c. away. He almost
made me believe he was somebody else
until found this letter on him addressed
to John Carney, &
1t was In vain that the sergeant swore
that he was Sergeant Hather!ngton him
self: the more he swore against the fate
that had tangled him UP the more they
leaughed at him, and told-h!m to drop
1t.
Cancy's reputation for slipping out OF
the tolls stretched from Winnipeg to the
highest point OF the Rockies, but he'd
find that he couldn't do them up at Ma
pie Greek: they were on to his little
game. rs
Are you quite sure you're not Major
Steel himself. or Commissioner Hackle ."