The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1908-03-14
"come." saws 7. eve were getting on

"Out with you" said |, "and we
will see this mischief to an end"
We got out into the snow, which
was still whirling in the air, and
] watched the coachman extricate one
of his nags. The toby.man df may
so style him) stood with his legs apart,
drawn up to his most dramatic pos.
ture pistols in hand.
you will not stir" says he, "for full
ten minutes after | am gone. If you
do will come back and blow your
brains out"
This truculent fellow quite appalled,
the coachman. who busted himself
with the gear and presently had one
Of his horses out. This tother mount.
ed in an awkward fashion, and turned
to us.
Remember" says he in a warning
voice, 81 never forget or forgive"
Now" whispered to Harringay,
now is the chance to show your uual.
lty. You take him on the near side
and | will on the off. Leg or arm will
do. He will topple off on the least
shove, the fool"
"But-but," he stammcred, "he Is
armed"
Dine" said !. furious TO meet
with such cowardice, "are ye fright.
ened of pistol in the hands Of
mumchance?" And with an oath left
him and flew at my quarry
had got half way to him when he
saw me coming and pointed barker
at me.
stop" cries he.
Stop be d-d!" says |, and sprang
at him.
The pistol went off and took my hat,
singeing my forehead. which made me
all the hotter | seized him leg and
neck and swung him down into the
snow, where he grabbed for another
weapon.
IF you move" said I, u will crack
your neck like rotten stick my
brave toby.man. Quit, you worm,
quit!" and gave him my fist between
his eyes, so that he lay still
"Coachman,' said |, you may tako
your horse and throw a lantern here"
| and ! fumbled in the mans pockets for
a pistol. Now" says |. we are on
terms again" and ] dragged him to his
feet. Harringay came up now, an
| says to me:
Let me help"
Get you gone! want none Of you,"
| ! said, sharply. "D--mo. miss will
serve me better" And called out 10
| her.
BY that time the coachman had his
lantern and cast the light on the mis-.
erable, sheepish object who scowled
at us.
| Here's a pretty toby-man," said +,
"a right gallant fellow that sheds lus.
ter on the craft. Why. a child could
manage him. See" says ]. for miss
was come up, looking very handsome
and excited, in the snow. Take ye
this pistol, miss, and hold II TO him.
He Will do you no harm-and never
| could"
She hesitated moment and then.
| summoning up her courage, did as
| bid, holding the barker in a gingerly
| fashion, the while searched his pock.
| cts, taking out what he had took Of
| us.
| had just completed my job when
there was the sound OF voices quite
close, for the snow had dulled the
| tread Of the horses Of the party that
| approached They we're on us ere
knew, and one called out:
What is this? Tst an accldent?"
ut is a little accident to '0hv.
man. said I. "A brave fellow Il at Il
come by misfortune all unknown 10
his mother"
THE devil" says the voice. we
are after one such. Let us see HIM"
Now you conceive how I felt, for
that this was party of traps on my
| heels ! guessed at once. So | moved
a little into the shadow OF the lantern
and waited while the man examined
t'other.
! Il do not know II this is our man."
says he, but tits enough II he be
| guilty."
Who is your man?" asked |, em.
boldened by this ignorance.
"'Tis Dick Ryder says he; "we
| ''"'hNh nun 40 ldI dS lslplOOh, DuL tue
one that could speak to him has been
detained by fall at the village"
why, this is he!" said in triumph.
did he not confess to being 2yder?"
| asked of the others. for by this the
old gentleman and his lady were both
with us.
Certainly; ! will swear to IT," SAYS
the old fellow. Il heard him with
these ears say he was Ryder"
Then our business is done" says
the trap, "and I'm not sorry, consider.
ing the night" And his men sur
rounded my man and seized him. His
face was as pale as the snow as he
went off silent with his captors
But now we were alone, and thu
guineas and the jewels were in my
pockets. | love the jingle of EN-, and
so took my counsel forthwith
Cir" says to the old gentleman,
here he your purse and your papers;
and to you, sir" says ! to Harringay,
81 restore the smelling, salts--that is
your charge. Miss, this, III warrant is
| vOur iaWaIa the which | would n od,i,a