The Newark journal., 1905-01-27

left in the world. while if Murgatroyd fell the cause of humanity would be advanced.
 But he wanted no exchange of shots with Sturgis He had threatened, but it was with the forlorn hope of avoid ing a clash.
 As the irate blacl1leg plunged for ward. Darrel threw himself to one side. At that precise moment a shot rang out from some point at Darrefs rear, a bullet famed his cheek and Sturgis, with an agonized cry, tossed his hands in the air, reeled and fell face down ward on the sidewalk.
 Darrel was stunned by the sudden ness of the tragedy. In second he had whirled to look back up the street, but saw no one. Then he did the worst thing possible for himself by hastening to the prostrate form and making an examination.
 Sturgis was already dead The bullet had penetrated his heart and a stream of blood flowed from the wound and formed a pool beneath him.
 The shot and the tortured cry of the dying man had aroused the people. From the dance hall they came on a run, and from Hawkbilfs and other resorts a half-drunken mob charged for the scene.
 Darrel was found standing over Sturgis revolver in hand. Sturgis was dead and the habitues of Hawkbil1's knew that Sturgis and Darrel had quarreled at cards.
 Only one inference was possible. Darrel drew it as quickly as those around him.
 Where's the marshal?" he asked. his cice perfectly steady.
 Ills hand frightened a little on the reyolNae and he retreated slowly until his back was against the wall of the nearest building. the half circle of threatening faces in front
 'sWe don't need the marshall said Cliff. savaeely. Jack Sturgis is dead and you're the one that killed him. Do we need the marshal, boys?"
 He appealed to the crowd. A snarl- ing negative passed through the ranks of the crowd and the half circle be- gan to contract.
 You'll need the marshal or the un- dertaker ' returned Darrell His voice was of velvet tut it cut like steel When ! open my gunplay what 1 miss in the original deal 1 try to make up in the draw. am Nate Darrel, Of San Francisco. Some of you have probably heard of me and may know that my word is as good as my bond. I did not kill that man.
 His declaration was drowned in a derisiye jeer He knew he would not be believed so he was not disappoint- ed.
 .'I did not kill that man." he re peated with deliberate emphasis. and if you force me to fight for my life for whatever happens you alone will bs responsible. I want the marshal and am willing to be put under lock and key until the coroner has chance to sift this affair. That's all you can ex- pect of me"
 Every man in the rabbIe carried a
 
 from pocket or holster.
 "Shooting's too good for him. shouted some one at the rear of the crowd
 The yelled suggestion was grasped on the instant. It was we'll for Darrel. since it turned the mobs attention to a rope instead of bullet and would consume more time in the execution.
 Messengers were dispatched here and there, but before anything could be done burly. broad-shouldered man parted the ranks of the rabble left and right and reached Darrels side.
 Give me that gun!" he demanded curtly. "I'm the marshal"
 DarreI yielded up the weapon with out a word.
 Now" cried the marshal, this fel- low goes to the lock-up. without any ifs, nor ands, nor whyeyers There ain't a man of you that packs the nerve to stop me and you know it. Scatter from in front of us and clear the trail! "
 There was nothing in the marshal's hands to enforce the order He was known to be man of few words and prompt action, however, and the crowd sullenly parted.
 Then, with his arm in Darrels tho marshal started his prisoner for thC i jail. The rabble. muttering wilt threats and chafing with baffied rage tagged at their heels 1 (To ha co1tip,aJ