Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1900-07-05
The World Against Him
BY WILL N. HARDEN.
Copyright, 1900, by
AN. Kellogg Newspaper Company.
CHAPTER X.-CoNr1SuED.

CHAPTER HOODWINKED.
/. For a moment Ronald remained
where. he was; his revolver was
empty, and he did not know but that
Hart mi ght be unharmed, hiding in am
bush waiting for him to draw nearer.
At this juncture another horseman gal
Hoped up. It was ThuG Williams, his
long stringy locks flying in the breeze,
his revolver drawn, ready for use. lie
refined his horse in at point in the road
from whence he could see behind the
bushes that obscured Hart from Rom
AIDS view. For fully minute he sat
astride his snorting animal, his eyes
bullying from their sockets.
damn you, you've dore inn" he
said, with deep breath, and he swung
his revolver round till it pointed a, our
hero.
''Mine is empty" answered Ronald.
''I'm in your power"
low thrust his revolver into his belt and
swung his right leg over the rump of
his horse and stood on the ground.
you've killed 'im," he gruntcd. as he
stepped towards the bushes; ''dare to
come nigh i'm, an I'll let daylight
through you!"
Ronald stood as if rooted to the spot.
He had no desire to see the man who
had fallen by his hand. A chill like that
of death stole over him. He had killed
a man-killed man! Then his heart
bounded suddenly-a little ray of hope
burst upon him, for he heard Thad Will
liams' voice, low and tender: "Are you
hurt, Sgd, old boy? Say, old chum,
come off; don't play tricks on mel"
There was low monotonous response
to this, and it continued for fully half
Z minute. Then Ronald heard gut
tural, labored coughing, and when it
had ceased he knew that Sydney Hart
was dead. Striding forward, he parted
the branches of the bushes. He found
Thad Williams holding the dead mans
head on his arm. as he might have held
that of an infant.
"Is he dead ?" Ronald asked.
The giant lowered the lolling head
with its glazing eyes to the turf and
looked at the speaker with glare OF
hate.
"He don't look like he's runnin' of a
foot race, do hep" he sneered. and a
sinister look took root in his face as
he went on: 'N[e'n him used to stan
by one another but as you say yore
ammunition is out, I reckon men you
had as we'll not take it up. The'law will
atten' oyore case-it ort to make it hot
fur cold-blooded murderer
''Ishot him in self-defense," answered
Ronald, averting his eyes from the re-
pulsive sight.
"Self nothin'," sneered Williams.
"Jest before he died he toP me how it
come about He said you shot fust, an
that you said you had intended to Stay
i'm ever since that night at the swamp.
I reckon the court will take my testi-
mony, an you bet I'll swear the truth
you are going to swear to that,
then?' said Ronald, too deeply
shocked by what had occurred to real
lie the full Importance of the threat.
Williams nodded as he bent over the
corpse and began to stroke the hair
back from the clammy brow. There
was rumbling of wheels, and two cot
ton wagons filled with negro and white
laborers rounded the bend in the road.
Hold on thar!' Williams cried, as
he Strengthened himself up and waved
his two hands. II want one O. them
In, 70 %nlro dead III q
home to his fireside!"
The wagons stopped. The men
alighted, and, stricken with horror.
stepped lightly to where the dead
man lay. Ronald turned to go. II
am going to give myself up to the
sheriff." he said, more to the staring
group than to Williams. II did it In
self defense"
"The court will pass on that"
threatened Williams, with growl.
Ronald walked on. Under the con-
demning stare of his neighbors he felt
almost as if he had committed de-
liberate crime. They gave way for
him to pass as if his garments held
the germs of death. Round the bend
tie strident voice of Williams held
him up.
Handle i'm easy, men; he was not
afeerd O. anything that ever wore a
hide; you don't git to fetch many
scch in a lifetime; his dead meat is
better'n a meetin' house full O. the
common sort, in the best O. health.
Easy thar! put yore ham under his
head; he amt a-goin' to pizen you.
He's no more fur this worr. You'll
never hcer his jolly laugh agin on this
earth. Ny God! is it possible you are
dead-dead, old comrade?'
CHAPTER NJ.
With head bowed like an OK draw