The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1898-04-06

gy carcass picked clean before this. -
"Yaas / know, replied the shaggy
man, with eXasperating elaboration.
"You did overlook "A bit when you for.
got to serag me that night On the
Nuecps You know IN purity slip
perry euss. Better he prompt the next
time-tha; =. If there's goin t. be any
next time
Stanhore hid cooled down eonsidera-
bly,. He locked steadily ut tho shaggy
man and then griaued. There was some.
thing infectious in Tipton's good nature.
well You 20 got me, haven I you?'
he said.
"Yuu al.ers was a Young man Of
powerful distnlnment. replied Upton,
hut this time 1T ain | II question of
what M goin to do to you. I'm not
the doer in this here game There 9TH
ers that holds better cards nor men or
you in it. !"
"What d'you mean
ooh, nothin, only that greaser cuss,
Gonzales, he's got 'erost tho Grande
and IL raisin hell all through these
parts. lie surprised Hays ut the Red
bank ranch and come pretty nigh KILN
OIL all his men. :"
Stanhopo rubbed his eyes i'll amaze
ment The shaggy man went on
''llo run 'crost what Captain Hays
i'll his wisdom and generosity left Of
my command last night. and I'm the
result
''See this and Upton held up his
bandagtd hand. "There'sa slug o. lead
ms big AS the end of Your thumb went
through 1t.
The sun had disappeared behind the
hills, and in the dim twilight Tipton's
shaggy outline looked shadowy and in
distinct to Stanhope, so astonished was
lie. He whistled softly, and the pony
pricked up his ears.
Il b'lievo you are rs close to the
truth ~ you ever get, -" he said to Tip.
ton.
The shaggy man tlared up, and Stan
hope could see dangerous glitter in
his gray eyes.
Mono of that, he growled. "This
is u matter tween Greaser and white
man. I'm with the white man. Savvy!
After it's over you and NELL have it
out.
In any way you like" said Stan
hope stiflly. lyon know me, Upton. "
And he returned the shaggy mans glare
through the gloom
Il spoSe them two fellers l run
acrost with their thronts cut back up
the trail was your friendst" Upton de.
scribed the men.
Eyes. -
"Well, then, the Greasers is only
waitin fer night to rub us out =
II suppose so.
well, then, we'll fool em, - and to
Stanhope's establishment the shaggy
man collected lot of mesquite roots
and lighted fire.
What the devil are You up to.
mani" he demanded roughly. "D'you
want TO fix 'em light TO kill us by2'
My son, I've been Mt this game
longer'n you have" replied Upton.
Stanhope held his peace. After Upton
got the fire started he made two piles,
one ON each side of the fire. out of
Stanhope's saddle and what was left of
the mesquite roots he had collected.
He covered one with Stanhope's blanket
and threw his own buckskin jacket over
the other. When he finished, he looked
up.
Nov. Stanhope, we'll hide III that
patch o. chaparral yonder and wait till
they turns up
why not clear out of this altogeth-
or?' asked Stanhope.
"Ain't one chance i'll 1000, 900 that
we could get away" said Upton, land
we can entertain 'em better here.
Stanhope saw the wisdom of Tipton's
scheme, and, picking up his rifle, fol-
lowed him to the chaparral thioket.
The grass was heavy with dew, and
they were soon wet to the skin. The
cool, steady breeze did not tend to make
them more comfortable. They lay shiv-
ering in the Chaparral until Tipton's
fire WAS nothing but pile Of red en-
beers, The moon pushed its silver rim
over the eastern hills and shed ghast-
ly light over the prairie, metamorphos-
ing the chumps of chaparral and isolat-
ed scrub oaks into fantastic shapes
Not sound disturbed the stiffness
except the ohirp Of insects, the wall of
the coyotes and the occasional rustling
of the chaparral as breath Of wind
stirred it. Stanhope was just doing off
when he felt Tipton's toe scraping
against his shin. He was wide awake in
an instant.
Look, said Upton. Il thought
there was too d--d many insects
bout"
Stanhope looked toward the fire,
which consisted now of one or two dim
rel Goals. y dark form was stealthily