Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1899-02-18

darkies scattered through the swamp"
But they don't use revolvers
They'll find some way of furnishing
him with what he needs"
And then he'll go to killing dogs
ag in, " was the disgusted comment of
Gabe Horner. Its waste of raw ma
terial, gentlemen.
"What do you propose?"
The knot of six men was added to
until all of the original party were pres
ent with the exceptions of the real Hank
Boyer, myself, Landlord Bulfinch and
Squire eager. The last to arrive was
the negro, Pete. He had gone up the
creek, as directed by Cy Walters, but
went only little way when he became
satisfied it was the wrong direction. He
then turned about and took the same
course as the veteran; not only that, but
he went farther and discovered the dug
out, which was caught fast by an over
hanging limb, not far from where | had
turned it adrift. He spent some time in
looking for me, but, meeting with no
success, made his way to the spot in the
swamp where the others were assem-
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nails sent out for that purpose.
Pete told nothing of his discovery
and remained silent participant in
the proceedings. The same was true
for a time of Cy Walters, who, how
ever, listened closely to every word
that was said. He desired to interpose,
but appreciated the disadvantage in
which he was placed. He and his step
son We're under suspicion because of the
escape OF their prisoner, and to spring
the assertion upon his neighbors that
mistake had been made by all and that
| was not what l seemed would not re-
ceive "a single believer.
Jim DUNCAN was the most violent in
his speech and more than once broadly
hinted at treachery on the part of tho
jailers, despite the fact that he ran risk
of being shot in his tracks by the fierce
tempered veteran, who was never
known to accept an insult from any one.
Dungan's proposal was to gather more
dogs and push the hunt relentlessly un-
til | was run down or freed. He freely
expressed his regret for his leniency of
the preceding evening and was eager to
make amends by the most vigorous pro,
ceedings possible.
Cy Walters remained glum and silent
until this course was decided upon.
Then he saw that it would not do to
hold his peace any longer. That he pos
sessed high courage was again proved
by his action. Advancing to the middle
of the group, he raised one hand with a
commanding gesture.
"Gentlemen, I've listened to every
word that has been said here. Jim Dun
gan throwed out a slur or two that it
won't do fur him to repeat. l let 'em
go cause l see he was excited and
didn't weigh his words, but he mustn t
speak 'em ag'in! If he had only said
that Archie and me was the two all
firedest fools in Mississippi, I'd have
took off my hat and said Amen, but
that's all. Gentlemen, since sun up I've
larned thing which you oughter know
It's this-the chap that you re hunting
fur amt Hank Beyerr'
1t proved as Cy feared. His assertion
was received with scorn and anger Not
even his own stepson would accept it,
His words seemed to have added fuel to
the fire and intensified the determine
tion of the others to push the hunt for
me with more merciless rigor than ever
Cy Walters, however, was not the man
to yield a position when once taken,
and it was because of his stand and the
words he said and the declaration he
made that. when looked back at Black
Mans swamp it gave no sign.
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