The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1902-11-22
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United States Marshal Simpson was
standing just back of the judges desk
In Topeka during the trial of Bin Covil
when a boy brought him telegram
He read it thoughtfully aud then beck
oned to lin Thraile.
When Thraile came up, the marshal
gave him the message, which read
Casper Flugel in camp with seven
men, not friends, at Willow Springs
near Guadalupe peak"
"Thraile," said the marshal. you're
the man TO take him in. 1t will be an
easy five hundred for YOU
Casper Flugel was big German iron
molder wanted in Pittsburg for the
murder of companion. His first wears
career In the territory had SO added to
his crimes that his description was
well known TO all the deputy marShals
Jim Thraile accepted his task. and in
due time he rode into the camp at vii
low Springs, playing the role of fugi-
tive from justice. Since all renegades
regard ii as their prime duty TO protect
any one threatened with arrest his first
task consisted of getting the man he
wanted away from the company. He
soon found that this could not be done,
because the iron moldcr would not un-
der any circumstances 20 ten feet out
of camp unless accompanied by several
of the men
Flugel was thoroughly diSlikcd He
did not know how to be compauionable
to the other rencgadeS He lacked their
style of courage. His silent. suIlen ma
was apparent that they would gladly
be rid of him. As FlugCl cuuld not be
persuaded to leave the company, and
as Thraile knew how TO lr popular
with the men. the latter decided that
the quickest way TO get his man was to
pick a quarrel with him ana have him
driven from the camp aS an uncongen-
ial character. But Casper FluGcl would
not quarrel. He stoiCaIly took all abuse
without any sign of rrSen ment further
than II reNCngcful look out of his
heavy, brutal eyes. 1t was IA dangerous
become suspicious. Suspicion was some
times as bad as conviction.
Say, partner" said one OF them,
"Dutchy thinks you are marshal and
that you are after him. We've got n
notion to fire you both"
Jim ThraiIe laughed good naturedIy.
i've got out OF Il good many worse
places than this where wasn't want.
ed" he answered. when do goT
"Oh, guess you're all right" was
the reply, but Dutchy's afraid, and he
wants us to promise that YOU don't get
out of camp until he's had at least
days start"
That's dead easy. answered Thraile.
Tell Dutchy to cit ut once. He's no
body's pard Let him go"
Casper Flugel rode away at noon
with n grunt that was meant to be
friendly farewell. but his late compan-
ions took no notice of him except to cx-
claim. Good riddance," Ihraile no
ticed. however. that the rustlers kept
close watch on him all day. That night
he slipped out of camp, mounted his
horse and rode away.
He had no difficulty next morning in
finding Casper Flugcls trail. To his
astonishment il led straight northeast
to the Pecos river. Ihraile thought
that nothing but the ignorance OF the
iron molder could lead him to take the
chances of making his way across the
Great Staked plain The man hunter
knew that IL was fully three days
Journey to the PecOs river, during
which time not drop of water could
be found. Then. possibly, even the
Pecos river would be dry as a sand hill.
The hunter filled his two rubber air
pillows with water and stuck Ike Il iux
hound to the trail OF the fugitive lead
ing into the great oven or the plains,
As the day progressed scorching ana
oppressive vapDr made 1t impossible
for him to see any object beyond few
Yards. Sparingly be dOlcd out the wa
ter to himself and horse. Most OF the
time he held bulbs of the sand cactus
in his mouth as a preventive OF th.rst,
and he fed them literally to his horse
The night was iuexpressibly silent
Neither whir of insect nor howl OF
COYOTE came to break the monotony OF
the weary hours.
AT the end OF the second day his wa
ter supply was exhausted. AMI hoihlhE
remained but handful of coffee ana
small bag of bran. Not a spear OF
grass was to be found. and rs the
horse struggled along after his master
through the deep white sand he groaned
with almost human rcproachfulnrss
When the sun arose on the thlrh DAY,
ii appeared like redhot stove lId that
had been showed up above the HORIZON
In the night.
The trail was less than an hour old
when the exhausted pursuer reached
the banks OF the PecOs river. lie iOuhd
the bed Of the stream as drN as the
shores Thralle unmddled his horse
and helped the poor creature gather
the srarsely growing blades Of soft
salt grass. At spot IN the Ded OF 'he
river where this grass was usually
thrifty he spent an hour digging WIN
his hunting knife and was reWarde"
with enough water to qnrnch their
thirst and to ill one Of his rubber bagS
The next morning he started again
on the trail. walking all the time 10
save his horse In the course ot q ir"
miles he came to the worst - the dts'
ert. Here was great sea oi sott "bile
sand. into which the horse at every
step sank to his fetlocks and the man
To his ankles The horse could not en-