Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1907-08-13
CHAPTER XXI.
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glanced In the direction of those dis.
tant gunshots, led Brant to jump to
the conclusion that they were in some
way connected with her appearance.
"Oh, Lieutenant Brant," she cried,
excitedly. they are going to kill him
down there. and he never did 1t at all.
| know he didn't, and so does Mr..
Wynkoop. Oh, please hurry! No
body knew where you were, until
saw your horse tied here, and Mr..
Wynkoop has been hunting for you ev.
erywhere. He Is nearly frantic, poor
man, and cannot learn where either
Mr.. Moffat or Mr.. Mcneil is, and
just know those dreadful creatures
will kill him before we can get help
Kill whom?" burst in Brant, spring.
ing down the bank fully awakened to
the realization of some unknown
emergency. my dear Miss Spencer
tell me your story quickly if you wish
me to act Who is in danger, and
from what?"
The girl burst into tears, but strug.
SlSo OlhNcly lAiVu6A Will ASE AASS'
sage.
Its those awful men, the roughs
and rowdies down in Glencaid. They
say he murdered Red Slavin, that big
gambler who spoke to me this morn.
ing, but he didn't for saw the man
who did, and so did Mr. Wynkoop. He
jumped out of the saloon window, his
hand all bloody. and ran away. But
they've got him and the town marshal
up behind the Shasta dump, and swear
they're going to hang him if they can
only take him alive. Oh, just hear
those awful guns!"
Yes, but who is it,"
Bob Hampton, and-and he never
did it a. ALL"
Before Brant could either move or
speak. Nadia swept past him, down
the steep bank, and her voice rang
out clear, insistent. Bob Hampton
attacked by mob? Is that true,
Phoebe? They are fighting at the
Shasta dump. you say? Lieut.. Brant,
you must act-you must act now, for
my sake!"
She sprang toward the horse. nerv-
ed by Brant's apparent slowness to re-
spond, and loosened the rein from the
scrub oak. Then 1 will go to him,
even if they kill me also, the
towards"
But Brant had got his head now.
Grasping her arm and the rein OF the
plunging horse, You will go home. y
he commanded, with the tone of mill
tary authority. GO home with Miss
Spencer. All that can possibly be
done to aid Hampton / shall do-will
you go?"
She looked helplessly into his face.
''You-you don't like him." she falter-
ed; Il know you don't. But--but you
will help him, won't you, for my
sake?"
He crushed back an oath. like
him or not like him, will save him il
be in the power Of man. Now will
you go?"
Yes she answered, and suddenly
extended her arms. kiss me first. "
With the magical pressure Of her
lips upon his, he swung into the sad
die and spurred down the road. 1t
was a principle of his military train
ing never to temporize with mob
he would strike hard, but he must
have sufficient force behind him. He
refined up before the seemingly desert
ed camp, his horse flung back upon its
launches, white foam fecking its
quivering TANKS.
Sergeant" The sharp snap of his
voice brought that officer forward on
the run. Where are the men,"
"Playin' ball, most of 'em, sir, just
beyond the ridge"
''Are the horses out in the herd?"
YES, sir"
Sound the recall; arm and mount
every man; bring them into Glencaid
on the gallop. Do you know the old
Shasta 1nine?"
NO, sir"
Halfway up the hill back Of the
hotel. You'll find me somewhere in
front of it. This is matter of life or
death, so jump lively now.!"
He drove in his spurs, and was of
like the wind. A number of men were
in the street, all hurrying forward in
the same direction, but he dashed past
them. These were minors mostly,
eager to have hand in the man-hunt.
Here and there a rider skurried along
and Joined in the chase. Just beyond
the hotel, halfway up the hill, rifles
were speaking irregularly, the white
puffs of smoke blown quickly away by
the stin breeze. Near the center OF
this line of skirmishers denser cloud
was beginning to rise in spirals.
Brant, perceiving the largest group OF
men gathered just before him, rode
straight toward them. The crowd
scattered slightly at his approach, but
promptly closed in again as he drew
up his horse with taut rein. He look
ed down into rough, bearded faces.
Clearly enough these men were in no
fit spirit for peace making.
you damn fool" roared one,
hoarsely, his gun poised as If in
threat, what do you mean by riding
us down like that? Do you own this
country"
Brant flung himself from the saddle
and stroee in front of the fellow. Il
mean hnsjnesa Won see this uniform
Strike that, my man, and you strike
the United States. Who is leading
this oAffit7n