The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1899-08-05

SSm NJ cAn S.uu an GSxxu E5w IYf
come ont bright and early this morning,
sergeant. but we was up before JET.
Now. wot are we going ter do with yer.
now we've gotyerf'
made no answer. for the outlook
was not very cheerful Still ! was not
without hope
"Put bullet in him." said Jem.
who stood scratching his great head.
as II hardly able to realize the singular
turn Of events.
Franks thin face puckered with
grins "Too easy for spy, he said.
81 know something better than that
Lift him up and set him ag'in that
tree. Jem.
Jem did as be was told, and. taking
the strap from his companions waist.
Frank passed II round my body and
drew the buckle fast at the back of the
tree Then he drew Jem off a bit. and
began to speak to him in low. animated
tones. Whatever it was he said Jem
appeared to enjoy it amazingly, for be
shook with laughter, nodding his head
constantly, as If to denote his perfect
agreement with Franks plan.
'Tbat's AL" be said at length
"That'll do fust rate. Come along
Don't let's lose no time" And then
the two of them ran toward the water.
fall and passed out of sight.
will not attempt to describe nv
feelings They were, as may be imag-
ined, somewhat mixed, and after
sharp but Intellectual struggle with my
bonds I resigned myself to the inevi-
table and quietly waited the return Of
my captors They were not long in
coming. carrying between them what
looked like leather saddlebag. This
they dumped down in front Of me. and
Frank again took up his parable.
"We've tried yer as we went along,
Sergeant Sparks, said he, land we've
found yer guilty Of being spy. Now,
a spy's usually hanged. But we amt
got no rope. and shooting's too good for
the likes of yer. So we've made up our
minds TO leave yer where yer are and
not soil our hands with yer. Yer'll be
food for the crows, that's wot yer'l
be, long before anybody finds yer, and
that's wot we're going to do with yer. "
Twas looking straight over his shout
der. smiling, and answered nothing
"Oh, yer may GRIM said Frank
hilariously. "Yer'll laugh on the wrong
side of yer mouth before yer've done,
reckon. Well, since yer won't speak
will. Dyer know what's in this bagf
It's the blunt Yer come long way to
get it, and we amt the men to keep
yer from having a sight Of it. Lookl'
And, plunging his hand into the bag
he brought it ont again full Of nuggets
and coins, which he waved before my
face, while Jem chuckled loudly
"Now." resumed Frank, with leer,
"we're going ter tear ourselves away.
Happy ter meet, sorry ter part, but it
must be done. Can't we take no mes
sage home for yer2'
"Yes," said. etill smiling and look
ing over his shoulder. "You can take
my compliments to the gentleman be-
hind you and ask him, to put bullet
through your head If you stir STEP
At the came moment Foster. who had
come stealthily up among the trees DUR
ing Franks interesting harangue, roar
ed out: "Throw up your hands, boys!
I've got the drop on you'll"
Jem cast one swift glance behind
him and threw up his hands like light
ming "Trapped. by Jingol Up with
your hands, Frank. or you're as good
as done for. I"
Frank sullenly obeyed, and mo-
nent later two more foolish looking
.ascals you could not wish to see as
hey stood handcuffed side by side
"Thanks, Tom. l eaid as be released
me- "You were in the nick of time. l
10 hope you brought my horse, though,
or can hardly put one foot before the
,ther."
Eyes; he's couple of miles down
he gully" answered Foster
"That's all right. And now, as these
gentlemen have SO thoughtfully pro-
'ided us with a cup of tea. we will
rink their healths, and many thanks to
hem for saving us the trouble Of carry.
ng up this bag"
Which, however, considering the
ontents Of the said bag, Foster himself
vas very willing to do.