The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1903-02-19

induced by a long period Of unrest.
l babe a mute farewell to each as I
passed, breathing blessing on little
Buck. whose arms were clasped about
his sister, his young face and figure
relaxed: on Jaqueline, her white face
resting in a profusion OF tumbled black
hair; on Helen, her features strong
even In sleep. There was a line be-
tween the lids Of Helen's eyes, but l
thought little Of that, for 1t Is not I'M
usual for people to show this line when
sleeping. l thanked God that my pres
ence would no longer be menace to
these dear ones who had suffered 50
much for me.
Jaycox marched me out of the camp
toward the road, across 1t and into
wood on the other side, where his horse
was picketed to tree. lie was con-
stantly looking about and listening,
and | inferred this was for others of
the gang, who had doubtless separated
in order to cover more ground in their
search for us. Finally the brute stood
still and, pointing his revolver straight
at ME, fired two shots In rapid success
sion, the bullets singing close to my
ears. He aid not intend to kill me,
though he was indifferent whether he
did or not. He wished to serve a dou-
BILE purpose Of signaling the band and
intimidating me. Two similar shots
we're fired far to the north, and then
nv cantor started off with me in that
direction.
Entering the road, we proceeded. Jay
cox, some ten yards behind me, anus
ing himself by firing occasional shots
at me, evidently trying to see how
near he could come to me without hit
ting me. One of his bullets grazed my
ear, and | felt blood trickling on my
collar, good evidence that he had miss
ed his imaginary mark on the wrong
side. He was doubtless firing for his
double purpose Of letting his compan-
ions know of his whereabouts and Of
torturing me. His signals and those OF
my other enemies were drawing nearer
and nearer together. ! did not doubt
that the guerrillas would prevent any
further opportunity for escape by MUIR
dering me ut once, though they might
delay long enough to force me to sign
for a ransom which would have no
effect in saving me. | lost all care
whether Jaycox hit me or whether |
was spared for a more horrible death
by the gang. At last | was face to face
with the inevitable.
l was trudging on mechanically. my
eyes bent on the grour', JayCoX close
behind swearing and shooting at me,
when suddenly shot rang out from
behind us both. turned and saw Jay
cox tumble from the saddle Running
to where he lay, l bent over him and
knew at once that | looked into the
face Of dying man. He gave me one
malignant look, shiver passed over
him, and his eyes were set in death.
l looked up aud saw Helen standing
in the road short distance back with
something in the expression of her
face, holding as she did the weapon, a
light smoke curling from its muzzle,
that brought wildly before me my enc
my with his smoking pistol on the
night Of the massacre. A signal shot
came from around the trees so near
that we knew the rest of the band
would soon be upon us. Quick as
thought l sprang into the saddle left
vacant by Jaycox and spurred toward
Helen, she darling into the wood, | fol-
lowing and, after penetrating far
enough, both hiding behind a rock COW
cred with brush
A horseman came dashing down the
road, pulled up beside JaycoX's body,
looked around anXiously as though
fearing an ambush, then hurried back
whence he came
With one impulse Helen and | sprang
into each others arms. Oh, the rap
ture Of that embrace. l essayed to
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