The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1905-02-05
SECTION THREE.
By CHAUNCEY THOMAS

the machinery Of the law to land the
rescuer in a cage-a cage where moth
ing could come but insanity and death2
Had he not escaped entirely by his own
efforts? The watch! But the others
hands had been-sIil were-too cold td
use it, so il could have done him no
good Black Jack thought these things,
seated ON the log-end in the snowslide
that frigid February day. facing his
euemy-that enemy now harmless. but
all-powerful if free Why reverse their
POSITIONS Black Jack looked at the
range ahead. 1t was good just to be
alive-and free. Then he looked once
more at SulliVan-silent, waiting Sulli-
van-then at the empty hole, splotched
with his own blood. Why not kill him
quickly? One thrust and the cOid-tor.
tured man would be out of his misery
surely an act of mercy. Was not this
enough
The reckless. mUrderOUs Tobber. care.
less Of life and death, hunted by seven
ty-two millions. bounty on his head.
thoroughly understood the situation. So
did his victim The camp robbed flick
cred into the air and away hOmeward
To a distant ranch. This winged free
dom fascinated the criminal. He
watched the bird float beyond the pine
tops, looked again at the range. stiff
fened to his feet. picked up the bowie.
glanced behind him, and gaZed down
at the helpless, freezing Sullivan
Il would not trade places with YOU"
came from the carriers lips; but the
murderer was looking at the pocketed
piece of meat Then Black Jack took
the knife by the blade and handed it to
Sullivan
Jack smiled. and with wooden fingers
funlbled for his pipe Sullivan bent into
the hole TO hide his tears-and TO work
half hour and Black Jack pulled the
carrier from the hole. A minute more
and the two men. the morally White
with black spots, the morally black with
white spots, stood face TO face. sullivan
put out hin hand Black Jack took it.
"Pardner. you're a square man.
Thanks. Here''-Sullivan peeled off his
fur jacket. his cap and his overshoes-
take these, and this added the car
rier, as he handed the robber two bills
and some silver. Then he hesitated-
but with a jerk unbuckIed his cartridge
belt and, with its dangling holster full
OF snow, gave it to Black Jack You'll
| find the gun in the hole; l felt il with
my foot Don't use it unless you have
+ to. She's sighted 10 a hair, and has a
soft trigger-but / want this knife
Goodby. Mexico is the place for YOU
Less snow there Both men smiled
grifnly- Take straight down the gulch
on the other side; it'll be frozen by the
time you get there. a freight is due at
Empire at in the morning-usuaIIy
late, though You can make il If Won
hump yourself The shoes are in the
hole there. L kicked them off. Eat that
bacon when you get on top: it'll help
hmber up your legs Leave the trucks
at the mouth of the canyou-she slows
UP there for the switch-for Golden is
rlght ahead. and your picture is in The
postofttce- Cut TO your right across the
saddleback, which you'll see about four
4 10 f-l.s
southeast fifteen or twenty miles and
you'll hit the Santa Fe track going
you'll cross the Rio Cfrande-uuin sa be-
fingers made him think of five 81 600
90 to the Three Triangle outfit iH
Chlhuahua- tell the foreman Pete Mil
+ Ter he Is known by down there sent
you. and hell give you job punching.
! Hell do it cause ! snaked him out OF
/ the Grand four years ago with his
/ chaps on, and she was a bOOmin'-run-
/ min ice. I'd help YOU fish out those
| webs but I've got case of cold feet
and guess III have to quit va"
Your fOOt's frozen. amt it, And I
| reckon I'd better be gOin' Il piece back
/ with you" said Black Jack.
NO; no need of that. only frosted:
/ all right now l can stump il i'm all
/ right These Dutch socks'I last me tin
1 reach Chipmunk's. Good luck to YOU
Aud'-Sullivan stopped. embarrassed
! '-and-if I We're you To quit this BUSH
ness. Don't pay"
You're right. I made up my mind
TO that in the hole there-iust before
1 found the knife If 1 hadn't yuu-''
| Black Jack left the sentence as il was.
/ but Sullivan knew He gripped the des-
| peradO'S hand again, but its five bloody
| fingers made him think OF five 1000
bills
Wei. be good to yourself The mail
must go through" the carrier replied
as he swung the sack TO his shoulders.
/ Then, with the knife held like sword,
/ Sullivan saluted the other and left him
Black Jacks face was working but he
/ said nothing. At the edge of the tim Der
Sullivan turned and once more waved
| the bowie. Black Jack swung his cap.
| Then sullivan passed beneath the
pines.
! Three hours later the carrier limped
| into Chipmunk's. Ten feet Of snow or
/ the level had buried the station in De
| cember; only the plumed chimney
| showed. During that tramp Sullivan
/ had been thinking; the inevitable re-
! action had set in and he staggered I'M
I der his load, for it seemed to him as
! if that sack contained the mail of the
/ whole nation; his brain was boiling
/ with conflicting thoughts and warning
| emotions; and his conscience was di-
/ vided against itself, for the carrier was
| an honest man. One word 10 those in
| the cabin and by midnight Black Jack,
/ the most dangerous mail rObber in the
| United States, would be behind the
/ bars.
| Sullivan showed open the hinge-corn-
! planning door. Gansen was swearing
/ had been for two hours
| What's the trOuble?' he demanded.
| Think I'm agOin' to hold that team
! here a week and drive il all night. with
| the spirit thermometer % below at the
/ Springs this mornin'? If I miss the
| Golfer connection Glenn won't DO
| thing but come up the line with meat
! ak for the whole outfit The mails has
! got to go through. What's the trOuble2
/ You look as if you and a moving ma
! chine had been having an argument
| ''Oh, nothin'." said Sullivan. ''Bucked
| into a little slide just above High
| Bridge We mixed. and lost most OF
/ my goods and chatteis, but acquired a
| whole museum of bumps and things.
| besides a choice set of refrigerated toes.
! But here's the mail No. No second
class at Empire at all. Guess it's de-
/ iayed in Denver; or else good people
| don't mail papers in the winter time
| See here, Chipmunk. you old gorilla
| / want you to let up on trappin' along
| my trail I don't like it, Found a mar
! ten in Que of your internal machines
| and 1 turned him loose Threw the
| al forty miles some