The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1898-09-01
Drop thatn'
| have to do 80. for | am blind in
the fierce glare of the lamp.

DrOp IL, QUICK.
The voice. stern one, comes from
the man at my right, of the
bull's-eye.
"Well, gentlemen?"
would parley with them. II they
but let go the bits, cut of the whip
might send my Morgans through
them like a flash.
well. gentlemen. You seem to
have the drop on me- What'll you
have?'
No reply.
The lamp is held in my fac a few
seconds longer Then it sweeps my
buggy under and over:
"Tain't him. Let him GO"
These words came from some spot
ahead bnt near by.
Gall right Drive on stranger"
The man at my right horse said
this. In surprise, l draw up the reins
speak to my team, and on we roll
through the bridge and dash away at
the other side. The cool night air
fans my hot face. Both team and [
sniff it with Zest.
"The Renosw
| mutter this III anger.
Il never before came nearer to
tragic end, or tragic deed"
1t is just as we'll, | argue with my
self. that 1 did not pull my pistol
sooner than | did. [ should have hit
the air, Of course-and them
What a gang! They all had masks
on.
Deep in thought, l draw up at my
hotel stable twenty minutes later, 1t
is now l a. m. say not word to the
stable boy of what befell me at the
long bridge. But when | tumble in
between tho sheets for sleep. lie a
long time awake
Who is the party the Renos are in
ambush for? Why was | not good
prey. with my fine young Morgan
team?
Query after query thus runs
through my brain, till at last, sweet
sleep puts period to them all.
When | awake it is full broad day
The sun has been up two hours. l
catch the sound of voices in the bar
room below.
What can it be?
sip on my clothes. As l do so,
quick as flash -"the Renos; ali, the
Kenosw This comes to my mind.
The night before.
These excited voices below,-per-
haps tale of blood.
hurry into my clothes and de-
scend.
A big group of men stand at the
door. In their center, an old farmer,
hat il hand, with eyes big and full
and tongue busy, was at the end of
some very tragic tale.
by jocksr
| caught this phrase:
1T just made my blood skip right
down into my boots Them air
corpses just dangled there like SO
many ricks O corn"
After time I learn this:
Mr. Ferris had agreed to deliver a
load of hay to our hotel stables the
day before, but was unable to do SO.
SO before daylight, he hitched up,
put blanket on top tho load, where
on he crept for right nap" while
the old grays drew him into town.
As he came through the long bridge,
it was break of day, At about the
middle of the bridge, something
strikes him good rap on the head.
MIR. Ferris opens his eyes.
lie looks up.
HCrrOrsW
Three dead men hang there in a
row above his head
His cry of alarm brings the old
grays to pause. He stares at the
ghastly objects which hang from a
stout bridge beam.
With quick change of color, the old
farmer hastens to Byrne and spreads
the news
We learn who the three dead men
are. They are the three Renos who
were in charge of the sheriff the day
before. He knew the public wanted
the outlaws lives without delay. His
pride of office led him to save them
for trial if he could. And SO that
night he takes them quietly from the
weak Jail at Pine Creek and in car
riage heads for Byrne He hopes to
elude the vigilants by this strategy.
But the latter got wind of his scheme
and lay in wait for his three captives,
and-well, you know the rest.
Now you know why | was held up
IN the long bridge and the object of
those who did it. The Avengers were
on the track of the Renos. And veri
ly, they did their work well.