The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1898-09-30

ed by the clinking of horses bits and
the omincus "click click" of rifle locks.
He was sitting, as usual, on the seat
behind the driver, and just as the boy
turned round and whispered in fright
ened way. P'lice, baas, better pull
up, eh? Might get shot, he thrust the
barrel of his revolver under his nose
and said in low but very businesslike
tone:
"You yellow swine, you've sold me-!
Now you whip them horses up and
make 'em go for all they re worth. By
thunder, you shall drive to Freetown or
glory tonight, for if I see you pull
those reins I'll blow the top of your
ugly head off, just SO sure as you'll
never see the other side of Jordan.
Whip up nowl You've got to get
through or go home, l tell you"
The road just here ran for some dis
lance through lot of broken ground
and surface workings, so there was no
chance Of making detour to avoid the
mounted police whose moving forms
Salter could now see dimly in the dis
lance. The terrified Cape boy, feeling
the cold revolver muzzle in the nape of
his neck, lashed his horses into gallop.
The shapes on ahead grew more and
more distinct and presently there rang
out the short, sharp order:
Halt, or we'll shootP'
Halt, and I'll shoot" Salter Kissed
into the drivers ear, and the cart sped
on at a gallop.
New mounted forms seemed to rush
out Of the darkness and close round
Meanwhile the lights of Freetown were
getting quite near now. A few minutes
more and crack, crack crack, went the
rifles to right and left and in front. The
off leader reared up with shrill neigh
and then pitched on to his head, with
the others and the cart on top of him.
"Well, gentlemen, may ask what
is the meanin of this outrage on an
unoffendin traveller" said Salter in a
cool but angry voice as the police rode
up.
"That'll do, Mr.. salter, said In
spector Lipinski's voice out of the dark
ness. "The bluffs played out. Pass up
with the klips and come along quietly
''No, boss, they're not schlenters this
time-a little steam and little skill,
you know. Waal, here's to you, and
now I'll just take your good-for 1.-THE
South African form Of /. o. u for
that $1,000, Mr.. Lipinski, and then
we'll say good night. I'm not comm
back to Kimberley till I've done my
business down in Port Elizabeth. Chin
chimp
1t took all the inspector S self control
to enable him to rise to the occasion,
but he did it. He took his licking like
a man and sportsman, and his sub
ordinates and the Cape boy just grinned
and drank their liquors, for, after all,
l. d. B. is but gamble, and the gods
look sometimes this way and sometimes
that. The game had been smartly play
ed, and they looked upon the winner
rather with admiration than with en-
nifty.
That round of drinks was drunk and
then another and another, and then
alas for the weakness of the best bal
anced human nature!-M Seth Salter
with o confidence born of the fullness
of his triumph, left the barroom with
the diamonds in his pocket and went
out into the night to see his discounted
friends off Oh their homeward journey.
Exactly what happened during the next
quarter OF an hour was never known.
Distant sounds of shouts and shots
reached the waiting ears of Mr.. Ma
guire, but he knew his business and
quietly bolted the door, remarking tc
himself the while
''Smart as he is, it's meself that's
fearin he's put his fut into ut this time.
What a hairless juggins he was not tic
lave the sparklers where they were safe
when he had them there. Well, we'll,
life's gamble anyhow, and SOS DEATH
too, sometimes. l hope they haven't
hurt him beyant recovery"
Shortly before 3 o'clock that morning
Inspector Lipinski and his merry men