Mower County transcript., 1907-11-27

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"Mss Srencer-Phoebe-It Is Only |,
Miss Srencer-Phoebe-It Is Only
Mr.. Wynkoop." -
desirable result VIZ rendered dcubly
c.r'u..l, tr" 4: }r-~at moved s1H"''r
luHt jhc "coi4cAt:s! On his way home
~" : 1:jired in cha"s and SOM
b:"~H. c~l ,~:.~ :tly ,'o..;;<:::,>',.ing A1cEcZ,
W, in e. N.c!i rcCnl. breathing .;lC;--.le
fin:l i,,.;l'ilct:Ons to o few bosom
fri ".s.
N,'w don t-eh-cry O you fc'l@rs
-pt-go an ferget the place. Jump
in-eh-liFely, Just afore she-eA-
z5:ts ter the, thick bunch-eh-u2dor
brush, Whar' the trail sorter-eh-
drops down inter the ravine. An you
chumps wanter-eh-git- -yerselves up
SO she cant pipe any of ye off-eh-
in this yere-eh-road-agen act. I
tell ye, after what tIet-eh-Moffat'
bin a-pumpin inter her, she's just got
ter be-eh-rescued, an in blame good
style, er-eh-it amt no 60"
Oh you rest easy bout all thet,
BILL ckimed in Sandy Winn, his
black eyes dancing in anticipation Of
coming fun. We'll git up the orn-
ariest outfit whut ever hit the pike"
The long shadows of the late after
Aoon 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 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 hossy hair and animated
face Of the fair Miss Spencer, who he
mOmentarily expected would round
the edge Of the hill, and so deeply did
he become sunk in blissful reflection
as to be totally obSvious to every
thing but her approach.
lust 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. rs he a-doin'
this little job all by hisself?'
Dunno" answered the fellow next
him, dipping his quirt uneasily; "but
reckon as how it's her as squealed, an
we'd better ne Citing in ter hev our
share O the fun
The "chi"f,' with an oath Of discust,
dashed forward and his band snrged
aftrr Just below them, and scarcely
so fnnt away, hasfscO3e CT roughly
clad, heavily bearded men we're clus-
tered IN the center Of the trail, two CT
their number lifting the unconscious
form Of f2intin3 woman upon a
horse.
"Cerveras gang, by gosh" painted
tse leading savage. How did they
git yere?"
You bet! She's up agin the real
thing calculated voice beside him.
Lets ride 'em off 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 q
force and suddenness which sent half
of them spraWling. Revolvers flashed,
Oaths and shouts rang out fiercely, men
clinched each other, striking savage
blows. Lumley grasped the leader of
the other party by the hair, and en-
deavored to beat him over the head
with his revolver butt. Even as he
uplifted his hand to strike the mans
beard fell off and the two fierce COM
satants 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 did
ye hit me fer, ye longlegged .minin'
jackass?"
The explanation was never uttered.
Out from the surrounding gloom of
underbrush hatless, disheveled indi-
vidual on foot suddenly dashed into
the center OF that hesitating ring Of