Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1900-06-09
CHAPTER XIV.

'I'SS LAY 'uiitd up On tHt car iIour
where ne fell, and did not move when the
train started The passengers began to
crowd around him. The car aisle was pack
ed and the air was suffocating. The con
ductor and train hands restored order as
as possible and cleared the car open
ing the doors at either end With the
strong draught of the fresh morning air
from the prairie blowing over him Gregg
began to revive. Some good Samaritan
among the passengers turned modicum Of
brandy down his throat and a couple of
amateur surgeons stanched the blood and
tied up the wounded arm
The first movement he made when he
realized where he was was to turn his eyes
toward the place where Lucy had been
seated. The wreck of the seat explained her
absence He looked at Shaughnessy There
was no fight in him. His injuries were not
Nely serious. but. he was thoroughly
frightened, and fear had completely para
lyzed him.
As realizing sense of life took posses
sion Of him. he began to shout and call on
the conductor to stop the train.
Gregg began fumbing for his revolver
lts gone, he said. Wont some of you
shoot that cop: he is noisy enough now.
where is that girl2
Couldn't tell. sir. Last time l saw her
she was seated in cart behind a pair of
horses and they were going north at the
rate Of twenty miles an hour. The cart
was tied 10 them. | guess. as it was keep
ing close company. Who was the girl and
who are you?'
II" Gregg replied lam a deputy United
States marshal for the southern district of
Louisiana, and that girl was runaway
niger.
You are right" said the conductor. for
If ever saw Il pair of horses run that was
the pair
You have your warrant all right" said
Shaughnessy.
Yes replied Gregg.
Then we will have her again"
Yes" said Gregg. I'VE will deputize you
to catch her-you are such hustler. Con-
ductOr, put him off at the next station He
may have the warrant. I'll never need an
other one. Won't l he laughed at when !
get back! / won't go back without that
girl. Din that scoundrel who shot me!
Run. Lucy. run, | will know his voice
again if ever hear it. He knows the girl
that chap does"
Meantime. Gregg was talking. the
brakeman and one OF the lady passengers
were tying up his head, and at last with
the aid Of some borrowed handkerchiefs
the blood Was StanCned and he sat up in
the car. His head achcd badly. and when
he arrived at Cairo he was obliged to take
his bed and send for a surgeon who took
cd him that if he wished to avoid erysipe-
las he must lie still for at least one week
This Gregg ostensibly accepted as good adj
vice. but he had his plans, which Were 10
haunt that station the next day and track
the wagon. The next morning he was in a
raging fever.
Wesner had contemplated starting imme-
6iat-ly with Lucy for Charleston. but the
anxiety and excitement of the last few
days had completely Frustrated her. and II
was near midnight when they drove out of
Cromwell's yard. She was then quite
weak.
About 10 o'clock next morning. as Pierce
was lOunging near the hotel. a gentleman
accompanied by elderly lady. drove up
the station they bore
blance TO the persons whom he expected, he
barely noticed them. The gentleman ac-
companied the lady into the waiting room,
returned TO the platform, and taking his
tobacco and paper from his pocket. COM
menced to roll a cigarette. Pierce saw him
One glance was enough. Heavens, it's
Wesner! Sure. II is Wesner." He walked