Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-10-19


oners lined up beneath the glaring
torches wore the army blue. They
were miners all, OF thugs and ruftians
gathered from the camp. Where, be
wondered, were the soldiers.
Didn't you have troops from the
barracks to help your he asked.
mot troop. We haven't seen sol
der since we went to work"
At this the young fes,der became
alarmed. Had this whole attack mis-
carried? Had this been no clash with
the United States forces, after all!
If so, the news would never reach
Washington, and instead Of accom-
plishing his end. he and his friends
had thrust themselves into the realms
Of outlawry, where the soldiers corl
be employed against them with impu-
nifty, where prices would rest upon
their heads. Innocent blood had been
shed, court property destroyed. Nc
Namara had them where he wanted
them at last. They were at bay.
The unwounded prisoners were taken
to the boundaries Of the Midas and
released with such warnings as the
Imagination Of Dextry could conjure
up. Then Glenister assembled his
men, speaking to them plainly:
Boys, this Is no victory. In fact,
we're worse off than we We're before,
and our biggest fight is coming There's
chance to get away now before day
light and before we're recognized, but
if we're seen here at sunup We'll have
to stay and fight. Soldiers will be sent
against us, but II we hold out, and the
struggle is fierce enough, it may reach
to Washington. This will be differ
ent kind of fighting now, though. 1t
will be warfare pure and simple. How
many of you will stick?"
"All Of us" said they in unison, and,
accordingly, preparations for siege
were begun. Barbados were built,
ruins removed, buildings transformed
into blockhouses, and all through the
turbulent night the tired men labored
till ready to drop, led always by the
young giant, who seemed without ia
tigue.
1t was perhaps four hours after mid
night when man sought him out.
Somebody's calm you on the assay
Office telephone-says it's life or DEATH .
Glenister hurried to the building,
which had escaped the shock Of the ex-
plosions, and, taking down the receiv-
er, was answered by Cherry Malotte.
''Thank God. you're safe| she be-
gan. "The men have just come in and
the whole town is awake over the riot.
They say you've killed ten people In
the fight. Is it true"
He explained to her briefly that all
was well, but she broke in:
"Wait, wait! Mcnamara has called
for troops and you'll all be shot. Oh,
what terrible night it has been! I
haven't been to bed. I'm going mad.
Now, listen carefully: Yesterday Helen
went with Strive to the Sign of the
Sled and she hasn't come back"
The man at the end Of the wire cried
out at this, then choked back his words
to hear what followed. His free hand
began making strange, futile motions
as though he traced patterns in the air.
~ can't raise the roadhouse on the
wire and-something dreadful has hap
pened know"
"What made her go?" he shouted.
ITO save you," came Cherry's faint
reply. "If you love her, ride fast to
the Sign of the Sled or you'll be too
late. The Bronco Kid has gone there
At that name Roy crashed the instru-
ment to its hook and burst out OF the
shanty, calling loudly to his men.
"What's up?"
where are you going!'
"To the Sign Of the Sled" he painted.
We've stood by you. Glenister, and
you can't quit us like this said one
angrily The trail to town is good,
and we'll take it If you do Roy saw
+,ay foaroH ha wa 1asnrting feared