The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-03-10

But the fellows" didn't come. Il
was full minute before the sergeant's
summons was answered. Then head
was poked out Of an upper window, a
head on broad grin, and an oily, Mi
lesian voice demanded: "What the
devil is wanted2 There's no game until
tonight"
1.-THE game we want is under this
roof, Maloney, and you know it, was
the sergeant's sturdy reply. NOW, we
don't mean to break in; neither can
they break out. It's only reasonable
fine and q few days fatigue duty they II
be getting for going back quietly with
as now, but it'll be dollar an hour for
every hour we have to wait, and we can
camp right here until they're starved
out If need be. So tell the gang to be
wise and come at once"
By this time little crowd had be-
gun to gather. Maynard, silently await.
ing the result Of the sergeant's appeal
and trusting to his larger experience in
such matters, was bordering over the
legal aspect of the case and wondering
whether Wyoming laws would be very
savage at his expense in case he forced
an entrance in search of his truant
troopers when he noticed that the glazed
doors Of q somewhat similar establish
ment across the way were swinging
slowly open, and that knot of curious
and attentive spectators huddled close
behind them, yet keeping within shelter
andTas much as possible out of sight,
evidently DESTROYS Of escaping observa-
tion. Closer at hand the rapidly arriv-
ing populace began to indulge in chatf
and facetious remarks, much to the an
noyance Of the sergeant and the comfort
of the Irishman aloft, who, recognizing
sympathetic souls in the crowd, stuck
his head still farther out and exchanged
jubilant greeting with cronies on the
sidewalk.
'How much head will ye give me,
sergeant. for preservin their lives?
Sure Hannifin's whisky across the way
there would burn the stomach out Of a
brass monkey. It's rewarded heavily
I ought to be. But I'm wastin wurds
wild ye, sergeant. Let the liftenant
spake. Sure he looks like q liberal, high
minded gentleman, which ye don't,
sergeant. Sure it's Mr.. Maynard know,
and ye mustn't be givin it away, boys;
but it's him knows livery room on the
premises and wins his months pay
twice over at Scolly's table, don't 70,
now, liftenant?"
The street crowd shouted its approba-
tion Of this sally and yelled with de-
Light when Maloney was showed to one
side and another face on feminine
head was thrust beside that of the first
occupant. 1t was fiery, or, rather, car
roty red, while the eyes were bleary and
the nose purple. Maloney was the char
tered bouncer of the establishment and
this his brawny helpmate. In the Co.'S
mopolitan make up Of the populace of
Cheyenne Of those days the Irish were
scarce. Even John Chinaman was sell
dom to be seen. The crowd was typical.
ly frontier American and gifted with
all the Americans passion for personal
liberty and propensity for fun at any
expense. Here was squad Of regulars,
with a trig young West Pointer in COM
mand, seeking to compass the arrest of
an equal number Of renegade comrades
and baked in the attempt by the very
fact that they represented the force and
majesty of the federal government. Had
the offender or offenders been guilty of
any crime against the person or proper
ty Of fellow citizen of Cheyenne they
(the crowd) would have smashed in
those fragile glazed doors and nabbed
the culprits instanter, but as it was
simply Uncle Sam who was wronged
and defied only their risibilities were
appealed to. 1t was fun to contemplate
the impotence of the armed force sent
by the government to reclaim its own,
provided it could be done without re-
course to invasion Of private property.
masters gambling hell was
bis castle, open to any citizen when its
master chose, but forbidden to the law
abiding at other times and to Uncle Sam
when he had no search warrant.
Then the crowd began to cheer Mrs
and call for a speech. and
more OF the populaoe arrived. The alb
'urdity of the situation was patent to
from the start, but the sergeant
was fiery and wrathful. His little squad
vas being elbowed and crowded and
,ncompassed roundabout, not in angry
threat or abuse, but in jovial fashion.
Mrs. Maloney, nothing loath, had begun
Ter harangue, and her voice had the
arrying power of a rifle. Maynard saw
he hopelessness Of the situation and
topped to the sergeant's side. sect
our men together at once" he said.
We must pull out of this" The SER
cant looked astonished, hesitated {
Moment then said, "All right, sir, if &
'ou say so, and hustled round to the 6
ack door after tho corporal. In silence
be patrol then bored way through !
be laughing, jeering, chatting throng :
nd started up the street. "Where to,
ir?" said the sergeant suikily. He 6
ated to retire and had had no such
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