The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1901-10-30

With that he belabored the poor
horses flanks with the stump of his
whip and sent him galloping onward.
There were no springs to the wagon,
but we valued our lives too well to
draw rein at rut or stone. At one part
of the road | feared that II we did not
check our pace we would break n
wheel and be left with no means TO
get on save our legs. | cautioned the
driver to slacllen his pace; but, hearing
nr fnncying he heard the Gathering OF
horses hoofs behind, without word
from me he applied the lash. Now we
bounded into the air and now we were
tossed together like dice in box.
"Git oop. ye critter" cried the black
smith. mingling Scotch and Tennessee.
Don't ye know ye're graggin bonny
leddles fyin for their lives| And
down came the butt of the whip. 1t
was narrowing to see horse forced to
give his life to save ours, but our situ-
alton was too critical TO warrant any
slackenlng of speed. Jack, who of all
our force was usually most frightened
mt danger ahead and would fight 1t
most vigorously when face to face with
H. for once acted in reverse at seeing
the poor brute making leaps that were
killing him.
"Stop beating that horse, you brute"
she cried, "or I'll beat you" And she
sprang forward to seize the whip |
caught her in my arms. She looked up
into my face and burst into tears.
Whether it was wholly sympathy or
overstrained nerves | did not know;
probably both. At any rate. protect
ed her from the jolting by keeping her
In my arms. while she hid her face so
that she could not see the suffering
horse.
Jack" said Buck. you're nothln
but n baby"
"Shut up. yo' little niggerp' she cried.
| could not repress smile at the re-
tort. seeing which. Jack realized the
absurdlty of it all and broke into Il
laugh. while the tears continued to run
down her cheeks.
"Won't yo let me support yo' against
the jolting" asked Captain Beaumont
ruefully.
"Yo'Y" Do yo' suppose I'd let yo'
touch me? Yo' shot my best friend"
do yo' dislike me fo' shooting-a
robber?" asked her admirer sadly.
81 hate yo'."
Beaumont settled down in n corner of
the wagon In dependency. After
awhile Jack slid down beside him,
whereupon he suddenly lighted up and
took as much interest in our flight as
any one of the party.
We were a wild looking load to the
few people who passed US. Whenever
we saw farm wagon coming or going
we would shout to its driver to get out
of the way. They must have supposed
our horse to be a runaway, for every
one quickly turned aside. There are
pictures of that ride which | can see
today. so vividly were they stamped
on my memory. An old man with his
hands on the handle of his plow gaped
through iron trimmed spectacles. a wo-
man In a check gown and sunbonnet
stopped trimming plants in her gar
den and stood with the shears in her
hand to cape at us as II we were a
party of witches who had lit on the
earth from the moon and were making
ready to take TO the sky again. Ne
groes, children, country lads, faced the
road as we passed and stood wonder
stricken till we were out of sight.
Coming to rise in the ground where
we could look to our rear for perhaps a
mile, we were terror stricken to see a
man shoot around bend in the road at
gallop. In n moment another follow.
ed. We could not see If there were
any more, for we passed over the sum
NIT. Not far below milestone told
us that it was one mile to Decherd.
zone mile to their two. Can we not
do 1t. driver asked quickly.
The only answer was another "Glt
oop" and renewed hammerlng on the
horses rump. The eyes Of all were
strained TO the rear, watching 10 SO,
Just what chance there was from time
TO time between life and death. while
i examined the carblnes which we hat
taken care to bring with us. TO discov
er II they were In good condition. A
every rise we could see either one ol
more men coming like the wind. The,