Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1902-01-25

4 Inc speaker DuSneu MIN along u lew
yards until he reached a spot where he
could readily distinguish the outlines of
several men under q tree. AS they APP
preached the group his captor said:
Here he is. Now, what shall we do
with him?"
1t was Tarbox who stood behind the
prisoner. and he added:
"One of you take away his weapons
Tom Scott sprang to the side of his
old enemy, and to his delight found
two loaded revolvers in his belt, which
he secured, giving n to Taylor.
Avery had taken the n from his
daughter, and Tom found that the car
tridges In the weapon just secured fit
ted the empty revolver he had found In
the hut.
To slip three of them into it was the
work of a moment. Then u friends
round they had four weapon ready for
use, n determined to lose no time In
recovering their golden treasure.
Lets surround the hut" said Tom,
eagerly, land call them out. They'll
surrender when they find they have no
show with US"
But Avery advised caution. They're
desperate men," he said. land they will
| fight when cornered. We don't want
n bloodshed over this affair II we can
help II. When daylight comes they
may be glad to give us the gold to save
their skins. but If we surprise them In
the dark somebody is likely to get
killed."
See here" said Tarbox, suddenly,
still gripping Riders collar with his
sinewy hand, why can't this rascal
help us? Send him back, and let him
get hold of the guns In the hut and
bring them out. II he tries any crooked
business I'll put a bullet through him
myself at the first sign,'
You hear?" said Taylor. Nov be
Oft, and remember we are six to your
three. We already have the horses
safe, and If you serve us well you shall
go free, although you ought to be hung
for what you have done. Go back and
get all the weapons you can out of the
hut. Hurry up!"
But Bowers will shoot me In a min
ute IL he wakes" whispered Rider, fear
fully.
Shoot him first, then" was the
prompt response. I'll shoot you II you
act the least bit suspicious. No more
talk now. Start"
The muzzle Of a revolver poked
smartly into the small of his back left
the wretched man no alternative and
he stole ava toward the hut, where
his two confederates were sleeping. his
heart beating so loudly that 1t seemed
to him 1t u arouse them the instant
he reached the threshold. He dared not
pause, however, and as he picked his
way along through the trees he began
to realize that the way of the trans
gressor is sometimes not so rosy as 1t
is painted.
When he reached the door he could
plainly hear the deep snoring of both
men, and, mastering all his courage,
he stepped lightly inside.
In order to reach the rifles In the cor
ner he was forced to step over the body
of Turner, and 1t seemed to the mate
that he lived an hour in the few sec
onds so employed.
His hand trembled so that It was with
the utmost difficulty he managed to Sc
cure the three weapons noiselessly, but
fortune favored him. With bated
breath he stole out Of the hut with them
in his arms, and when he reached the
edge Of the clearing he was met by
Tarbox, who said, grimly:
GOOD! You make a capital burg
lar! Now, how many revolvers have
they got In there?"
They've got two apiece" replied RI
der, but you might as we'll shoot me
as to ask me to try to get them off the
men. Bowers sleeps with one eye open
and he
The rest Of the sentence was lost by
q startling interruption.
While he was speaking he had unwit.
ttngly raised his voice above a whisper
and aroused the very man Of whom he
was speaking, and who now stood in
the doorway saying:
What the , Rider! Who's that
you're talking tor"
Even as he spoke the moons edge ap
peared over the tops Of the trees be.
l the hut and a bright shaft of light
| illuminated the Gnnt with Cfa rttinO dic.
tinctness,
At the sound Of his voice the entire
party sprang from the dark shadows
and Tarbox shouted, as he leveled his
revolver:
Surrender peaceably and we will
only take our own! If you show fight
We'll shoot. We are two to your one!'
"Treachery!" snarled Bowers, as he
jerked his revolver from his belt with
lightning speed and fired pointblank al
Rider.
The bullet sped true to the mark and
with a groan the unfortunate man san
to the graund, grasping his side con
vulsively.
Tarbox fired almost at the same in
slant, his bullet striking Bowers hand
and sending the weapon spinning to the
ground.
Although the wound must have caused
him exquisite pain, the desperate drew
his remaining weapon instantly with
his left hand and at the same moment
Turner appeared appeared and coolly
took his place at his side.
There's too many Of EN-" he said
after a comprehensive glance about
him. WED better light Quit"
Bowers reply was to send a bullet
within half an inch of Toms head, bur
it was his last shot, for the second
mate, who had stolen behind the hut
suddenly sprang at him with a heavy
club and stretched him senseless or
the ground.
When Turner found himself alone
and looking in to the muzzles Of Sc
many weapons, he dropped his own
held his hands up above his head and
said quietly:
Don't shoot, pards! / gives I'M"
Tie him up!" ordered Tarbox.
1t was soon done, n while Tom wa
assuring his sweetheart hat he haC
not peer injured one of the other mer
started q fire. Obed Rider was evi.
IDENTIFY mortally wounded, and all thai
could be done was to make him as com
Portable as possible. He vas gently
| lifted and carried inside the hut, while
Bowers was secured as soon as he re,
covered consciousness.
The mate had been shot through the
lungs, and after examining his wound
Taylor shook his head and said blunt.
ly:
II might as well tell you the truth
You are a dying man."
Rider did not dispute him. Perhap.
with the approach of death some warn.
ing came to him. for he said in feeble
tones:
Uniat Voc r fool that I've p,oAa -,