The Newark journal., 1905-02-03


 never knew what struck him" Gryce swore softly Took care O the gambler, didn't ye?" he asked, sig nificantly
 Intended to, much as could be" an swered Cliff, but while we were talk ing care of the marshal so he couldn't interfere and making our plans the gambler got away"
 Did he have help?"
 It's the general verdict that he did it himself pulled up board in the 1 floor and dug down to a drift that led out on the creek bank.
 That's plagued rough" muttered Gryce. You'll get i'm, though, won't ye?"
 "It we can Several parties are out combing the hills and I'm expecting some fellows this way before long. Murgatroyd has offered $1,000 to the man who brings Darrel in. /"
 'Darrel! I've heard O him. but he's somethin' of a stranger on this part O the range. Come in to the bar, Cliff, an we'll crook elbows to your success I till put an edge on my appetite Any the rest O you care ter j'ine us?"
 The invitation was eagerly accepted. During the meal that followed Cliff aired the whole matter connected with the killing of Sturgis in detail
 His recital was punetuated with angry comments on the part of the lis teners. Sturgis was known to be gambler and a hard citizen, but the manner of his taking off, together with the escape of Darrel, appealed strong ly to The latent sympathies of the rough and ready frontiersmen.
 After the meal Gryce invited his friends into the other part of the tav- ern once more and drank so many glasses to the success of the Sandy Bar men that it was necessary to help him out and boost him to his seat on the mountain wagon
 With wild whoop he rolled out of sight along the cross trail that led to- ward the War Eagle, Dynamite and Terror on the keen jump.
 Shouldn't wonder if Uncle Alb set off that load O his" remarked Ben Chickworthy, his eyes following the vanishing cloud of dust. Tt was crim- inal carelessness fer the super at the War Eagle ter send such a man after blastin' material"
 Another cloud of dust had appeared along the south trail and presently a dozen mounted men broke out of it. ! Quirt and spur It was the Sandy Bar contingent and they reined in their horses at the door Of the tavern
 Were hot after the fellow said one of the pursuers in response 10 a question from Cliff Hes been seen tmlce, once by kasper, between here eei4s- =e--e -s->i#.- --.4e. ----~- -2e1 ley, a mill-hand at The Eagle When Hawley seen him he was footing it west along the Eagle trail. We'll over haul him, Cliff Get your horse if you want 10 be in al the finish.
 Cliff hurried to get his mount under saddle and take his place in the ranks Of the pursuers. The horsemen there upon darted away at the same stirring pace
 Meanwhile the under foreman had been trying clumsily to get his flying team under control Gryce was not SO far gone in drink that he failed to es- innate the dangers of such a killing pace with such a load but his awkward work with the reins would have proved unsuccessful had not a man stepped into the road in front of the horses.
 A thick tangle of brush bordered the trail and the appearance of the man was as surprising and unexpected to the bronchos as it was to Gryce The team halted abruptly, thrown far back | in the harness.
 The under foreman got fresh grip on the lines and brought up the bronchos well in hand
 Good afternoon" said the stranger, courteously
 "Howdy," said Gryee
 The stranger wore clothes of good quality, but they showed evidence of recent hard usage He was on foot, also, and vague suspicion worked sluggishly into Gryce's brain
 Have you come from the Half Way house?" queried the stranger
 That's me" hiccoughed Uncle Alb, wondering how he could go to work and capture the man. Handicapped with a fracuous team and 500 pounds of freight that was still more unre- liable, as we'll as possessing a head that was far from well balanced the old man yet thought it possible that he might be able to do something.
 Have you seen anything of