The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1898-04-23
this master OF men to tell me to mount

this master OF men to tell me to mount
and ride. ..s d,
Nov, co." he cried, ""and remem-
Der the cry--it is, their rallying call
and don't let them overtake you, or it
may be the worse for you.''' - II >< 4.
Some of you may smile at my i'm
plicit obedience, but when a mans oc-
cupation has been such as to call for
obedience all his life, it is very easy I'd
obey a man who seems to know what
he wants. =
sprang forward and was in good
swing as I neared the crowd. When |
was even with them I gave the call.
1t had the effect Of bursting bomb.
At first they fell back into a compact
mass, and as the sheriff fired few
shots after me they braced themselves
as though anticipating an attack. -
|. Don was the only one to penetrate
my disguise, and he fell in my wake
and followed me as flew by, but not
until an irregular volley had been fired
at me. I felt that these shots, unlike
those fired by the sheriff, had been
aimed to my injury. I could not un-
derstand this unless there were other
than friends Of the outlaw in the gath
ering. Then followed a hoarse shout
that spoke plainly Of pursuit.
The moon, nearly at it's full, now be-
gan to show its power, and the road
lay unoccupied ahead of me, stretching
in an unbroken level straight into the
distance. I heard shout behind me,
and turned enough to see that it was
Don. Behind him thundered compact
body of horsemen. There was a busi-
nes-like swing to those riders, shown
in even such a hasty glance, that made
me bend little lower over the handle
bars, as I for the first time realized
the position I had placed myself in
should they overtake me.
But | could not account for the per-
slstency of what savored more of pur-
suit than of following. What if those
outlaws had suspected the ruse, and
now realized that I had foiled them
IN their attempted rescue! 1t would
go pretty hard with me if they caught
me.
Then, as the hard dirt road seemed
to spin like silver thread beneath my
wheel felt my courage rising. And, as
the soft evening air famed my brow
l felt a tinge of pride course through
my veins. I, who had always follow
ed 0hrough modesty, to be sure) was
now leading. What hero I would be
back in the states. would be spoken
of first, and Don second! But only fo1
moment was this feeling of elation
| allowed to last. The next instant, with
2 soft swish, my wheel struck sand 1--WE
inches deep. And, pedal as / would
and shift from side to side Of the road
l could not escape it, or increase my
stacking speed. Great drops of per-
spiration oozed from every pore. NV
heart sank as I realized what would
happen when the outlaws discovered ]
was not their leader. Then a cry came
from the rear that told me my DUR
suers realized my predicament. But
there was tone in that cry that did
not fit my understanding of the case
Inc sweat ran into my eyes and
nearly blinded me. I could hear Dom s
labored breathing, and then I tumbled
over from sheer exhaustion, not un-
mixed with fear. Breathless as I was
and almost wild with fear, still had
presence of mind enough to stagger to
my feet and throw up my hands, which
probably explains my living to tell this
story. In moment I was surrounded
by as rough a lot of men, as far as
looks go, as I ever saw. The broad
brimmed hat I had worn in my flight
had been lost, and as the leader. a
most Misunderstanding man, got a
glimpse of men, he ripped out a big
oath, saying:
I'll be dashed if we haven't been
fooled WOrs'rn' h.
whats the matter, sheriff." asked a
man at his elbow, who was covering
me with an ugly six-shooter.
MATTER he roared; "why, don't YOU
see this amt Denneth?"
The word sheriff" addressed IN this
man had made me prick up my ears,
you may well believe. 1t took the
crowd just one second to realize that
they had been sold.
Its that Faro Dan who planned
thls," said the real sheriff, and then
ne put spurs to his winded horse, shout
ing, Back to the Jail, men,"
But when they reached the Jail they
found only the jailer, tied up in bun
die in the corner. and every cell empty,
Don and I were the only occupants
OF the county Jail that night. We ex-
planned matters satisfactorily the next
day, but you are the first to learn whv