The Irish standard., 1907-10-19
"Miss spencer-Pnoebe-l, Is Only
Mr.. Wynkoop."

WTs VynkoOPs
desirable result was rendered doubly
certain, for as Moffat moved slowly
past the Occidental on his way home
q person attired in chaps and SON.
brero, and greatly resembling Mcneil,
was in the back room, breathing some
final instructions to a few bosom
friends.
"Now dont-eh-any O. you fellers
-eh-go an ferget the place. Jump
in-eh-lively, just afore she-eh-
gifts ter tibet thick bunch-eh-under-
brush, whar' the trail sorter-eh-
drops down inter the ravine. An you
chumps -eh-git-yerselves up
so she can't pipe any of We off-eh-
In this yere-eh-road-agen act.
tellsye, after what thet-eh-Moffat s
bin a-pumpin' inter her, she's just got
ter be-eh-rescued, an in blame good
style, er-eh-it amt no CO."
"oh, you rest easy bout all tibet,
BILL" chimed in Sandy VIM, his
black eyes dancing in anticipation Of
coming fun. well git up the orn.
arrest outfit whut ever hit the pike"
The long shadows of the late after.
noon were already falling across the
gloomy Carter woods, while the red
sun sank lower behind old Bull noun
tain. Rev. Howard Wynkoop, who for
more than an hour past had been vain
ly dangling a fishing line above the
dancing waters Of Clear creeks, now
reclined dreamily on the soft turf of
the high bank, his eyes fixed upon
the distant sky line. His thoughts
were on the fossy hair and animated
face of the fair Miss Spencer, who he
1nomentarily expected wolEd round
the edge of the hill, and so deeply did
he become sunk in blissful reflection
as to be totally Obvious to every.
thing but her approach.
Just above his secret resting place,
where the great woods deepen, and
the gloomy shadows lie darkly all
through the long afternoons, a small
party Of hideously painted savages
skulked silently in ambush. Sudden
ly to their strained ears was borne
the sound of horses hoofs; and then,
all at once, a woman's voice rang out
in single shrill, startled cry.
'Whut is up?" questioned the lead
ing savage, hoarsely. "Is he a.doin'
this little job all by hisself?"
Dunno" answered the fellow next
him, Tipping his quirt uneasily; "but
reckon as how It's her as squealed, an
we'd better be Citing in ter hev our
share O. the fun
The Chief" with an oath Of disgust
dashed forward and his band surged
after. Just below them, and scarcely
so feet away, half-score Of roughly
clad, heavily bearded men were clus
tered in the center of the trail, two Of
their number lifting the unconscious
form of fainting woman upon q
horse.
"Cervera's gang, by gosh" painted
the leading savage. How did they
git yere?"
"You bet! She's up agin the real
thing" calculated voice beside him
Lets ride 'em of the earth! Whoop!'
With wild yells to awaken fresh
courage the whole band plunged head
long down the sharp decline, striking
the surprised road agents" with 3
force and suddenness which sent hall
of them sprawling. Revolvers flashed
paths and shouts rang out fercely, mer
clinched each other, striking savage
blows. Lumley grasped the leader o.
the other party by the hair, and en-
deavored to beat him over the heat
with his revolver butt. Even as he
uplifted his hand to strike the mans
beard fell OFF and the two fierce com
batants paused as though thunder
struck.
Hold on yere, boy!" yelled Lumley
This yere is some blame joke. These
fellers is Bill McNeil's gang"
"By thunder! If it amt Pete Lum
ley calculated the other. "Whut di'
~ hit me fer. ~ long-legged mimi
tackess?"