The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1906-02-18
By e.. K. Turner

she called breathlessly to the motion
less girl, tanning herself with her
apron. In moment more she was
! upon hersfeet again.
well, here, Martha" she said, ''this
won't do. You stay here while 1 go
out and call the men. What's the use
of hsvin' a deputy sheriff for your hus-
band if he can't protect your own
hOme?"
She hurried out behind the house and
blew a loag blast on the conch shell
for the men in the fields. The fugitive
in the road heard the sound and took
/ warning. True to his instincts, he left
/ the highway and headed for the near
est woods.
''Whatd you tell her. huh?" he
| asked, Selling the boys arm again.
ooh, don't please don't" said the
boy, 81 didn't tell her nothin'."
Il got a good mind to kill yer" said
i the man.
''0h honest. I didn't tell her. I done
everything I could; I lied every way
| could think Of
| Even from where they had gone they
/ could see the men gathering. A boy
started off on a bicycle to a neighbours.
| The women stood watching them, while
the men rushed into the house.
These women, it seemed, had even
| suspicion Of who he was.
'I tell you what he looked like to me.
ma am" said the hired girl; ''he looked
just like that picture of a murderer
| they had in last Sundays paper from
out In Windham county"
ST believe you-he does. But what's
he doin' with boy? Look at him now
kickin' that child!" she continued Il
| wisht I had him where I could lay my
hands on himi"
'Where've they gone to, mother?"
| 4, 80 q
again, with his heavy shotgun in his
hand.
Down to the swamp; they've just
this minute gone into the woods right
there by the big hemIock tree"
The two fugitives had come into the
duck hunting country, where every
farm house had its shotgun, and many
of them twO-great serious ten-bores
most Of them, for use on the coast It
was a bad section to arouse. The party
from the house was ready to start i'm
mediately. The excited boy on the BIZ
cycle had done his work thoroughly,
, and figures of farmers were already
seen hurrying down the road, with
guns In their hands, and some of them
with their dogs. All converged rapidly
toward the big hemlOck at the edge Of
the woods.
You want to watch out for him. I"
said the deputy sheriff; hes q desper-
! dAS HAIL. anu lie > kOL q llit anu lAAClS ,
! no KNOWN what he'd do with L. He
! can't go very far now before he gets
: into the swamp"
Suddenly there was the report of a
gun. The dogs lad found the man, and
, he had shot the foremost Of them, a
great ugly mongrel mastiff.
The other animals retreated. yelping,
and the party Of men moved down the
outside Of the woods to where the shot
came from. The murderer appeared
i dimIy among the -Tees, TelOading his
weapon, the great, bloody dog thrash
ing about, half dead, a little way be-
, fore him. He was not far from the
edge of the woods; just behind him
was a branch of the swamp.
The owner Of the dog was frantic
: with rage. you wait" he cried, with
an oath. edgfng in toward the man.
Two can play at that game"
+ That's all right" said the deputy;
but what about that boy? You amt
thinkin' Of him."
The man was now preparing to make
a last use OF the boy. He had delfber-
ately placed him before him as a pro-
lection.
NO, sir" said the deputy. don't you
shoot and hit that boy. You fellers are
+ in too much of hurry. I'm goln IN
and tell him to give himself up"
, 'T wouldn't do it, Mr.. Crane eau
: toned two or three voices. You can't
tell what he might do Besides, vel
get him somehow"
? TIE deputy finally took their advice
II seemed for q long time that they
had been too hopeful. For nearly two
hours he stood there at bay. The strug-
! giles Of the dying dog ceased; the sun
sank down toward the horizon, and its
level shafts flushed pink the dark in
! terror of the wood; the cool sense OF
> evening began TO settle in upon the
9 loWlands.
: At last there was a little shout OF
recognition from the younger fellows
in the gathering. Here's Birnie
:. White
The town daredevil, a young, athletic
!, fellow, with a handsome, rather disc
q pated face, had arrived. He felt Al
: once that something was expected OF
q him. and listened in silence to the fea-
: lures of the situation. At last, calling
; aside his boon companion, he talked
:, earnestly to him, then started off alone
z around the edge Of the woods
What's he UP 10 nOw?' asked some
e one.
you wait" said his friend
: The figure skirted around and disap-
|, reared into the woods beyond the Iittlt
q bra lch of the swamp. They could heal
Z him crashing through the underbrush.
All at once he stopped, and his hoars'
l. voice echoed harshly through thu
. | WOODS. he was JdunIlnS anu FeN1ns
i Bostwick, calling across to the grOuI
: of men a continual stream of insults.
J. 81 got him headed off this way" h'
g yelled. Hes a healthy murderer, h'
q is You couldn't make him fight witt
e a club. Oh, I've got him. I see wheT,
= that five hundred dollar reward come;
s to me- Get ap out o there, you sneak
d in devil, you. You won't, hey? Well
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