Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1904-09-23

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motion of his hand. Kneeling, he put
his hand in the vicinity Of Buckley's
heart.
THAT will do." he said grimly. Hes
done for. Now, git yore tools and set
to work. We can't afford to miss on
this job now"
81 reckon not" said the man called
Bill, and he hurried out into the dark
ness Of the warehouse. While he was
creeping about over the rough, grain
strewn floor with massive, crunching
tread the remaining two stood facing
each other. their faces pallng under the
growing realization of what had been
done.
HE fetched it on hisse'f," said the
man with the smoking revolver. "He
didn't intend to give up the combina-
tion. He was playin' us to gain time
an done It we'll. III say that fer 'im."
He stepped to the office door and
called out, what in thunder are you
doin buck tharT'
A smothered oath was all that came
to him and the jangling clatter OF a
pair of iron floor scales, against which
the searcher for the tools had stun.
bled. Suddenly rapid footsteps sound
ed on the sidewalk near the front door,
and hand was laid on the latch.
George! George Buckley! What's
the matter in there? Killing rats, old
man? 1t was Bob Hanks voice.
1t was the signal for flight. The man
who had gone for the tools could be
heard unbarring the door in the rear.
The two in the office tiptoed out into
the warehouse. and then, seeing the
door open. panic seized them, and they
ran for their lives. Bob Hanks heard
them, and, having had no reply to his
question, he suspected foul play and
darted at once round the warehouse
toward the back end. He was just In
time to see three figures running at
the top of their speed down the rail-
way. He pulled his revolver and fired
an Intellectual shot after them. With
the weapon in his hand he entered the
open door and groped toward the light
in the office, calling loudly for Buck
ley. Reaching the office, he found
George stretched upon the floor. Turn
ing him over, he saw the wound in his
head and hastily felt his heart.
my Lord. they've killed i'm" he
gasped. Fastening to the front door,
he opened it and ran out In the half
moonlight down the street he saw q
man standing motionless.
whats the matter over tharT the
man called out "Shootin' at some.
body, Mr.. Buckley?"
"Buckley's been shot" Bob answer
ed. "Run for a doctor, quick"
"My God" the man exclaimed. I'll
be as quick as l can. DR.. jobe's at
home"
When the physician came ten min
utes later Bob met him at the door. ~
thought he was dead just now," he
said, "but he's still breathing"
Hold the lamp for me-" said the
doctor as he bent over the wounded
man, and as Bob obeyed he quickly
made an examination Of the wound.
The firm pressure Of his fingers seemed
to revive Buckley somewhat, for he
groaned and began to struggle.
"Is this all the wound he has?" DR..
Jobe asked.
81 think so," said Hanks. II heard
only one shot"
"Are you sure of that?"
Eyes, am. I was on the far corner
Of the vacant lot going home. I'm
pretty sure only one was fired"
The doctor made another examina'
ton.
"Is it bad?" asked Bob anxiously.
Cant tell yet" said the doctor, "but
I think lie has a good chance to pull
through. He's badly stunned, but l
don't think there's any fracture Of the
skull. We must move him up to Hill
yer's. This is no place to nurse man
as bad of as he is"
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