Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1904-06-18

| What he found in his two-card draw
drove the blood from his cheeks and
held him rigid in his chair What are
! you doing?" asked the next player
tits up to you"
Darrell slid the cards together and
laid them face down on the table. 81
am asking your forbearance for a few
minutes, gentlemen" said he, and then
turned calmly to a waiter and asked
for an envelope and sheet of paper.
They were brought to him and he
took a pencil from his pocket and
wrote few words, shielding the writ
ing with his hand from the curious
eyes Of the others.
Folding the sheet, he placed 1t inside
the envelope, sealed the flap and wrote
the address: Mr. Roy Lenyard. Grand
Central hotel"
"WiIl you deliver this?" he asked,
laying silver dollar on the letter and
handing it to the waiter.
Certainly, sir" said the waiter,
reading the address. "I'll take IL over
| at once"
THE quicker the better" returned
Darrei.
The other players supposed it was a
request on some friend for loan and
the play went on. Darrell lost.
Excuse me. gentlemen" said OAR
rel, showing the cards away from him
and rising. 81 shall have to-"
His words were lost In a sharp re-
port, accompanied by crash of glass.
Darrell sank slowly back into his chair
and bowed forward.
Murgatroyd was showing himself
model prisoner. He was alone in the
Jail and was making the guard no
trouble whatever.
He had been incarcerated in the
early morning hours and Merrick pro-
posed holding him in Sandy Bar until
the Anaconda stage made its next trip,
which would be on the following day.
The single guard had been twice re-
lieved. The third man came on duty
ut ten o'clock.
Five minutes after he had posted
himself in front of the building Cliff
came.
did We bring it?" the guard asked,
hoarsely.
"Giye me the key" said Cliff,
sharply.
Money first!"
as your horse ready?"
"If we've got the stuff I'll be away
in three minutes"
Five thousand" said Cliff, peering
hastily about him into the gathering
shadows and showing something into
the guards hand. Nov, the key
Wait" The guard stepped to
where light was shining through one
of the barred windows and thumbed
the bills with trembling fingers. "All
right" he said, coming back. Heres
yer key. I'm off"
Like wrath he faded into the
gloom.
Cliff unlocked the door and stepped
inside.
as it all right, Cliff" asked Murga-
troyd. starting up from beside a
table.
Fright as trivet. Here's money
and here's a revolver and you'll find a
horse waiting in the creek bottom, d.
rectly north of here. Hustle, now.
The coast is clear. but there's no tell
ing when Merrick will show UT"
Murgatroyd started for the door.
where's DARRELL" he asked, sud-
denly
Hes over at Hawkbill's. But never
mind Darrell; you've got yourself to
think about. Clear out, old man.
That's your cue. I've done all can
for you"
Murgatroyd opened the door and
stepped out of the Jail free man.
Passing around the building he start
ed north, toward the Eponay. But,
when in the deep shadow and out of
Cliffs sight, he turned east and ap-
preached Hawkbill's from the rear.
Gliding from one uncurtained win
dow to another along the side of the
structure, he finally came to halt and
drew his revolver.
The marshal was passing along the
street toward the Jail and heard the
report, the crash of glass and the cries
of alarm from those in the gambling
den. Whirling about he saw a figure
plunging rapidly away into the night.
Halt" he cried, giving pursuit and
jerking weapon from his belt as he
ran; "halt, or I'll shoot"
The form was merely blot of
shadow in the night and Merrick could
see it still moving away from him.
Another instant and the marshal had
paused, crooked his arm before his
face, laid the barrel across it and
pulled the trigger.
The moving blot sank downward.
seemingly into the earth.
e .
AS Roy Lenyard stood at the door OF
the Grand, Central hotel q man APP
preached him and handed hini a letter.
From Mr. Darrell he said. q ! !.
! Drawing back into the lighted office,