Monroe City Democrat. (Monroe City, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1904-10-06
CHAPTER vi.
BARRELS FLIGHT.

DARREBS FLlG1T.
Old Alb Gryce, under foreman at the
War Eagle mine, pulled in his half
broken bronco team at the rear Of the
Half Way house and rolled OF the
seat of his mountain wagon.
When we take 'em OF the pole,
Jimmie" said he TO the hostler, don't
fool none with the harness. Them
bronks kin kick more an faster than
airy other critters in these parts"
Jimmie grunted and measured Gryce
sharply with his eyes.
Now" continued the old man, don't
turn your lamps on me like that Meb-
by | did look through the bottoms of
few glasses before shackin' out of
Anacondy, but it wasn't enough TO af-
feet my Judgement Dynamite, thar on
the off side, is the original inventor
of the bed-post buck, an he kin be
plum scand'lous when he takes a no
ton. AS fer Terror, the nigh boss,
many a time he's kinked himself inter
| bow knot an laid out three punchers
in the untanglin'. So eff ye-"
| "ho Wy OuO Vi LhO
cattlemen grouped in front of the no.
tel, waiting for the Chinese cook to
sound the dinner gong. The under
foreman was well l'nown and, in spite
of his many infirmities, universally
liked. By way of greeting, the cattle
man pleasantly drew a revolver and
cut the air with bullet not half a
| foo hn III
With a tipping hiss the missile
famed away into the void directly
over the rear of the mountain wagon,
so close to pile of cases roped to the
wagon box that Gryce gave vent to a
terrified yell.
"Howdy, Uncle ABB" called the cat
tleman. THE sius of bullet has a
mighty queer effect on We, seems like"
you, Ben" shouted Gryce, you
stop that. If the pint of that gun had
been an inch lower the null passed. of
us would have been wiped off the
map" The old man drew a sleeve
across his forehead GLORY, man!
I'm freightin' 500 O high explosive,
along with caps an fuse, ter the War
Eagle"
The laughing crowd was instantly
sobered.
IF the bronks are all you say, Uncle
Abb" said Jimmie, they're altogether
too frisEy for a load like that"
I'm less afeared O. the team thar
am of some playful fool like Ben
thar. Mind what say about the crit.
ters, Jimmie" and Gryce reached the
front of the tavern just as the gong
sounded. "Howdy, boys?" he asked
taking in his friends with a compre
hensive look. Flows things at Sandy
Bar, Cliff"
Couldn't be worse" answered Cliff
gloonlily Jack Sturgis got his tickle
across the divide last night"
Buy it HIMSELF"
, mot much! A gambler from Frisc,
, handed it out; a As, and poor old Jacl
never knew what struck him."
Gryce swore softly. "Took care G
the gambler, didn't yer" he asked, sig
, nificantly.
( Intended to, much as could be-" an
: swered Cliff, "but while we were TAX
5 ing care of the marshal so he couldn'
=. interfere and making our plans tn
gambler got away"
did he have help"
"It's the general verdict that he di
1t himself; pulled up board in tn
q floor and dug down to a drift that lie
l. out on the creek bank"
That's plagued rough" muttere
u Gryce. you'll get i'm, though, won
> ye?"
= "It we can. Several parties are oil
y combing the hills and I'm expectin
some fellows this way before lon
!. Murgatroyd has offered $1,000 to I'll
man who brings Darrell in"
y "Darrel! I've heard o. him, but he
- somethin' Of a stranger on this part
= the range. Come in to the bar, CHI
an we'll crook elbows to your succe
in bagein' Darrell. Can't eat. anyhol
till putan edge on my appetite. Al
the rest O. NKou care ter fine usa"