The Newark journal., 1907-01-25
A FOOL. FOR LOVE
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 "Guns!" he yelled; and at the word of command the tools were flung aside, and the track force, over 200 strong, became an army, not with banners, but well-weaponed withal. Winton snapped out his orders like martinet major of drill squads.
 "Mulcahy, take half the men and go up the grade till you can rake those fellows without hitting the car. Branagan. you take the other half and go down along till you can cross-fre with Mulcahy Aim low, both of you; and the man who fires before he gets the word from me will break his neck at a ropes end Fall in!"
 By Jove!" said Adams. Are you going to resist? That spells felony, doesn't it?'
 Winton pointed to the waiting octo- pod
 "Im going to order the 215 down out of the way; you may go with her if you like
 q guess nott" quoth the technolo- gian, calmly lighting fresh cigar cite. And then to the water boy, who was acting quartermaster, Give me rifle and a cartridge belt, Chunky, and I'll stay here with the boss"
 And where do 1 come in?" said Biggin, responsibility.
 You'll stay out, if your heads level. You've done enough now to send you to Canyon City, if anybody cares to take it up. Heavens and earth, man! Do you forget that you are sworn officer of the law"
 'I ain't a-forgettin' nothing" said Peter, cheerfully, casting himself flat behind heap of earth on the dump edge and sighting one section of his hip battery over the breastwork
 Winton bounced upon him, gasping.
 Here, you fire=eater! you mustn't shoot!' he protested. Its only long bluff, and I'm going to raise the ] limit so those fellows can't come in. There are ladies in that carl"
 You play your bluft1n hand and femme alone" said the ex-cowboy. "Pm jest goin' to have little fun with old Bart Deckert while the suns a-shin- in'."
 It was at this moment, while the sheriffs posse was picking it's way gingerly over the loose rock and earth dam formed Dy the landslide, that the window went up in the Rosemary and Winton saw Virginia. Without mean Ing to. she gave him his battle-word. While she looked on he would fight to win, and that without violence.
 We are a dozen Winchesters to your one, MT Deckert, and we shall resist force with force. Order your men back or there will be trouble"
 Winton stood cut on the edge of the cutting, a solitary figure where a few minutes before the earth had been flying from hundred shovels.
 The sheriff's reply was an order, but not for retreat.
 He's one of the men we want; cover him," he commanded: and Vir- ginia caught her breath. Was she to see him shot down before her eyes?
 Happily the tragedy was only poten- tial Unless the public occasion ap- peals strongly to the sympathies or the passions, pieked-up sheriff's posse is not likely to have very good metal In it. IWinton was covered by three or four of the guns, pointed awk- wardly, ana Peter Biggin laughed
 Don't be no ways nervous" he said in an aside to Winton. Them profess sional veniry chumps couldn't hit the side O Pacific Peak"
 Winton held his ground, waiting the turn of events and looking on, not without interest, while the sheriff tried to drive hls men up a bare slope commanded by 200 rifles to right and left. The attempt was a humilating failure. Being something less than soldiers trained to do or die, the depu- ties hung back to man, hugging the backgrounding shelter of the Rose n1ary as # they were shackled to the r,,:: ::..,,,'a ear by invisible chains.
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