The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-04-19

tween two of them. These happened TO
be the bank and the cafe. Here they
paused to face the situation. II was
truly appalling: they would have ID
continue the expedition on foot. for
how could they ever hope TO redeem
their noble steeds (the captain shud-
dered. lost in a sickening vision of VIII
liam skinned) and-they stared at one
another with horror-they could have
no supper eitheri Coffee. ginger cook
les, cooking outfit, matches, were ell on
Williams back.
They dropped down on some barrels
lying along the cafe wall. The apathy
of despair settled upon them.
But presently Private Bill had what
he considered an inspiration. Let's go
into the hotel. n tell 'em we amt got
nothin' to eat, n ask 'em fer some
thin" he suggested brightly,
The captain turned, startled. You
dare. m I'll put it all over you" he
Kissed wrathfully. Want to get US
in the cooler huh? N I guess we
amt no hoboes. neither-a-beggin'"
By this time Private Bill was quak-
ing with something besides fear. The
night was chilly, his trousers were
soaked with his baptism in the creek.
I'll have pneumony sure's I'm "a
Twin" he shiyered.
Have WHAT"
"Pneumony. 1t comes from microbes.
You get 'em when you're wet. I'll
just have to change my pants" he de-
clared.
This unreascnab Ieness greatly irri-
tated the aide-de-camp-whos manned
shoulder was still stiff and sore. We'll.
change EN-. why don't you?" he in
quired saPcastically.
This crushed the private TO speech
lessness for quite a space; but pres
emily, Seems to me if we're goin' TO
be despradoes we ought to begin right
now when we need it," he opined.
There's some bananas out there we
could reach just as easy"
What ails you?" demanded the cap
tain. exasperated. What you take us
fer-thiefs?'
We'll" returned Private Bill resent
fully. six Shooter Sans"
You make me sick" interrupted the
captain disgustedly; that's diffrunt."
Above one barrel was a window in
the cafe. A narrow space of light
shone from under its curtain. The
captain climbed up on the barrel and
ventured to peer within. The aide-de-
camp did likewise. There was no one
inside but the proprietor, who sat read
ing.
Il 'Xpect ne would give US SOmetnln
if we'd ask" the captain finally re-
marked to the aide-de-camp with the
manner of one who advances a casual
comment, innocent of any Interior mo-
tive He don't look stingy."
Il 'xpect he would" the aide-de-
camp encouraged.
But neither acted upon the supposi-
ton They wanted to, but something
stayed them. Who has not at some
time been hampered by the respecta-
bility of his ancestors? The captain
knew what his hero would have done.
He pictured the waiting steed outside
the door, the hero at one of the tables,
siX-shooter in hand, while the terror
stricken waiter laid before him the
most tempting viands the caravansary
afforded. He was lost in enjoyment of
this, when suddenly he gripped the
window sill and gaZed transfixed at
something within. Down between the
tables went Private Bill. He had Civ
en- his preOccupied companions the slip.
His cap was pulled down over his eyes.
He shuffled up to the counter. He be-
gan TO speak-in the jerky fashion Of
one who has committed a speech and