The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1906-09-06

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stance that Oakley had left Antioch.
A look of instant relief came into her
face. He turned again to McClintock.
This is bad business. y
"Yes, we don't want no lynching, but
it's lucky Oakley isn't here. | hadn't
thought of what he'd do if he was
What a pity he ever sent for his ia
Their! But who could have foreseen
this?' said the doctor sadly. McClin-
took shook his head.
81 can't believe the old man killed
Ryder in cold blood. Why, he's as gen
tie as lamb
AS they left the town off to the right
in field they saw bareheaded wom-
an racing after her two runaway sons.
and then the distant shouts of men,
mingled with the shrill cries of boys,
reached their ears. The doctor shook
out his reins and piled his whip.
What if we are too late" he said.
For answer McClintock swore. He
was fearing that himself.
Two minutes later and they We're up
with the rear of the mob where it
struggled along on foot, sweating and
dusty and hoarsely articulate. \ little
farther on and it was lost to sight in a
thicketed dip of the road. Out of this
black shadow buggy after buggy fash
ed to show in the red dusk that lay Oh
the treeless hillside beyond On the
mob's either flank, but keeping we'll
- III, Of Al, L.
and skulked the village urcnins.
Looks as if all Antioch was here to-
night commented McClintock grimly
80 much the better for us. Surely
they are not all gone mad,' answered
the doctor.
Il wouldn't give button for his
Chances
The doctor drove recklessly into the
crowd, which scattered to the right and
left.
McClintock, bending low, scanned the
faces which We're raised toward them
1.-The whole townships here. don't
know one III ten," he said, straighten-
ing UP.
Il wish I could manage to run over
q few muttered the doctor savageiy.
AS they neared the forks OF the roae.
Dr. Emory pulled in his horses. y
heavy farm wagon blocked the way.
and the driver was stolidly Indifferent
alike to his entreaties and to Nc
Clintocks threat to break his mead for
him if he didn't move ON. They We're
still Shouting at him when a savage
cry swelled up from the throats of
those in advance. The murderer was
being brought in from the east road.
The brutes!" muttered the doctor,
and he turned helplessly to NIcClin-
took. What are we going to do?
What can we dog"
BY way of answer McClintock stood
up.
Il wish l could see Jim
But Jim had taken the west road
three hours before and was driving to-
ward Barrow's Sawmills as fast as
.McElroy's best team could take him.
When he reached there it was enough
to make ones blood run cold to hear
the good man curse.
You wait here, DOCTOR" cried Nc
Clintock. You can't get past, and
they seem to be coming this way now"
Look out for yourself, AIilt."
Never fear for me-"
He jumped down into the dusty.
trampled road and foot by foot fought
his way forward.
AS he had said, those i'll front were
turning back. The result was hor-
rible jam, for those behind were still
struggling to get within sight of the
murderer. A drunken man at Nc.
Clintock's elbow was shouting, Lynch
him!' at the top of his lungs.
The master mechanic wrenched an
arm free and struck at him with the
fiat of his hand. The man appeared
surprised, but not at all angry. He
merely wiped the blood from his lips
and asked in an injured tone, which
conveyed a mild reproof: What did
you want to do that for? don't know
you" And as he sought to maintain
his place at McClintock's side he kept
repeating: Say, neighbo-, don't know
SOd. w SCl lu1llly S,Ol luG advantage
of me.''
Soon McClintocll was in the very
thick of the mob. and then he saw the
captive. His hands We're bound, and
he was tied with ropes to the front
seat of a blackboard drawn by two jad-
ed horses. His captors were three iron
jawed, hard faced countrymen. They
We're armed with shotguns and We're
enjoying their splendid triumph to the
full.
McClintock gave only one look at the
prisoner. An agony of fear was on
him. The collar of his shirt was stiff
with blood from q wounded face. His
hat was gone, and his coat was torn.
Scared and wondering. his eyes shifted
uneasily over the crowd
But the one look sufiiced McClintock,
and he lost all interest in the scene
There would be no lynching that
night, for the man was not Roger Oak
ley. Further than that. he was gray
haired and burly. He was as unlike
the old convict as one man could well
be unlike another