The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-15

for his trooper circus episode
concomitant mix-up with "mescar' marshal
That might have been forgiven speedily
another at the Cenega that the sobrquet
started nothing earth would stop him. till
he fetched in the guardhouse Everything but wild
desire for drink cast aside "Letherg Gallagher
they called him. for he simply let everything with the
first of the cup.
"Now, what here for?" the question
that afternoon the troopers nked aoft and watched
the major with his adjuant and orderly spiering with
their binoculars from the peak Even the Chirfcahaus
were at The long scout had been for
tice-a fad of commanding generars-than any
thought of Indian raids Not had been robbed
for thing for Arizona Yet the whole
command that the blackboard with Huachusa
mail had stopped two minutes at their bvouac late the
night before and officer had spoken earnestly with
their tall commander, then FASTENED
Letters and beer and skttles all to be had at
Rincon, yet here they halted in the heart of the
desert awaiting-what?
Something came towards nightfall-two ranchmen,
if Dress horses equipment proved anything
leading with like supplies
but the moment the leader dsounted the troopers knew
him for staff officer famed the frontier The moment
the packs were Whisked off the mules two leather bags
uncovered, and the distribution began Most
watched the conference between the newcomer
and Major Blake Few therefore noted that Gala
CHER had got letter and stroke of palsy. He
shaking like leaf and his face white as he slipped
from the noisy bvouack and plunged down into the
gloom of nearby ravine 1t there Donnelly traed
and found him half hour later his face buried in his
hands.
"Get me whiskey Heavens sake, sergeant"
pleaded he Te the steward I'll give him $40 day
"Not on your life, Gallagher! What's wrong wild We,
man? Did the letther do ut?"
this time it too dark to read and the letter
lying in minute shreds scattered down the
Gallagher merely buried his the and groaned
Donnelly grabbed him by the shook him roughly
yet not unkindly.
"Be man, Gallagher! Sure, whiskey makes a 1end
Of YOU and dhrop should ever take. Come
you're Wanted-We're all wanted will be. Some
things up
Something ,indeed Thru the matchless calm
of that dry crystal atmosphere the watchers at the
thru the signal telescopes, focused at
dow Pinc0 md Hp06 inrDOV n
minutes troop saddlng; in ten it trottng
away northwars in less than hour the horses
pouhng thru soft sand in the depths of the valley
dim lights of Picacho Siding barely mile
the filed into shallow, crooked ravine rode
line dead silence dismOunted -Four shadoWy
horsemen drifted towards the stationthe major
with that cowboy staff officer and brace of orderes.
In fifteen minutes they were back-disappointed
"Due II 3d. but delayed west of Cenega, they
heard the major 'You may well unsaddle.' And
then and theory began to circulate in whispers.
Most knew the eastbound express reached Rincon
towards / o'clock in the morning and Immediately
nected their mysterious movements with those of
of the Sunset Route. The old stage
Rincon to the west the Rincon spur
Of the Serras, fairly straight northwest course Of
Siding but the railway had to follow the tortuous
wndngs the valley further to the south It but
Picacho Station to the high steel
by of which stage road and railway both
Of the Chrstobal four miles west of
Rincon well nigh twenty miles by rail- and road
and railroad hidden other by interyen
ing heights, hundred yards Picacho.
Tact had irnD0r of Tho