The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1902-11-25

ON the trail. walking all the time to
save his horse. In the course of a few
miles he came to the worst Of the dts-
ert- Here was great sea of soft white
sand, into which the horse at every
step sank to his fetlocks and the man
to his ankles. The horse could not en-
dure this unceasing struggle. and soon
after noon he sank down. To save him
from the torture to follow the master
shot him and then trudged on. con-
WINGED that ne was almost in sight OF
the iron molder.
1t was now evident that Casper Flu
gel had been better equipped for his
task than his pursuer. He had been
told that no one could follow him
across the Staked plain. Thraile drank
the last drop of water from the rubber
bag and with indomitable will strug-
gled on. A little later an object doomed
up in the trail before him. 1t was Cas-
per Flugel, seated ON the body of his
dead horse
The sight of human being in that
dreadful region caused the man hunter
/ to give shout of joy. He forgot his
object in following the iron. molder.
Here was human being in that God
fOrsaken region, and he felt that if he
! could grasp the mans hand in friend
ship 1t would be the happiest moment
of his life.
Casper Flugel heard the shout and.
dumb with amazement at the sound Of
human voice. rose to his feet Then
! he gathered up some articles at the
horses head and hurried on as fast as
| the soft sand would permit
| The man hunter ran after him,
shrieliing words of good will and en-
| treaty but the iron molder gave no
heed and finally disappeared in the suf-
! locating heat waves. When the red lid
had traversed the sky and seemed sud
denly to drop out of sight in the sand
| few yards ahead of him, the pursuer,
! exhausted. fell to his hands and knees.
Instinct had taken the place of reason,
! and he crawled on.
| Presently he found himself looking
over the edge of a precipice. The twi-
| light was clearer than the day, and be-
| AOlt nm was lOllS Ill W ulCD
he could see several buffaloes grazing
near Il stream. The sight was so unex-
pected that he beat his forehead in the
| belief that it was the vision of a disor-
dered mind.
His rifle was gore. but his two re-
vOlvers We're yet in his belt. Still he
looked and hesitated. Was it a dream?
! Tho nv f.In fhnt
life rushed through his veins, and he
crept like snake down to the herd.
| Crawling to rock near which one was
feeding. he leyeled both guns. At the
, shot it fell, and his misery was at an
end. In few minutes he had fire,
and over it Il bit of steak. Then he fell
asleep, but some time in the night he
was awakened by rifle shots, mingled
with the bowls of wolves. Revolver
shots followed in quick succession. and
the man hunter sprang to his feet.
Casper Flugel was fighting wolves!
Thraile had just decided to go to Flu
gels assistance when the firing ceased
and horrifying shrek echoed down
the canyon. 1t was too late to help the
nun III elIlC ldh DtiCh " lhC
| bluff. He was none too soon. The pack
of wolves came bowling down the can
yon. They reached the carcass of the
buffalo and fought over it so long that
the man hunter was enabled to reach
a place of safety. Some of the boldest
tried to get at him. He emptied his re-
volvers at them and finally the bowling
al frhn
morning he followed the stream to the
first ranch. and a month later he
reached Topeka, where he reported to
United States Marshal Simpson the
death of the iron molder.