The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1908-03-13

"Um-m! s'pOse not" grunted DeS
Try, but his eyes were Level and held
o. hight Of the past.
HE may be a rascal" he old MAJ
esutinued, after little. "Pn put IN
! with you on that but he's q handsome
AeYil, and as for mannsrs he makes
you look Ike a logger He's q brave
man too. Them three qualities are
trump cards and warranted to take
most amy queen IN the human deck
red, white or yellow
"If he dares.n growled GlenIster.
while his thick brows came forward
and ugly lines hardened in his face.
In the. gray of the early morning
they descended the foothills INTO the
wide valley Of the Nome river and
fled out across the rolling country to
the river bluffs where, cleverly con-
cealed among the willows, was
rocker. This they set up, then pro
ceeded to wash the dirt from the sack
carefully, yet with the utmost speed,
for there was serious danger OF dis
covery 1t was wonderful, this treas
ure OF the richest ground since the
days Of 80. and the men worked with
shining eyes and hands a-tremble. The
gold was coarse, and many ragged, vel
low Jumps, too large to pass through
the screen, rolled in the hopper, while
the aprons bellied with its weight III
the pans which they had provided there
grew cleaning heap Of wet, raw gold
Shortly, by divergent routes, the part.
nerS rode unnodced into town and into
me excitement Of the holdup news,
while the tardy still fingered over
their breakfasts. Far out in the road
stead lay the Roanoke, black smoke
pouring from her stack A tug was re-
turning from its last trip to her.
Glenister forced his lathered horse
down to the beach and questioned the
who hung about.
mo. IT'S too late to get aboard
the last tender Is on its way back.
they informed him. IF you want to
80 to the outside you'll have to wait |
for the feet. That only means another
week, and-there she blows now"
A ribbon of white mingled with the
velvet from the steamers funnel, and |
there came a slow, throbbing, farewell
blast.
GIenister's law clicked and squared
QulcK, You menF' ne cried to the
sailors. Il want the highest dory on
The beach and the strongest oarsmea
u the crow. I'll be back In FIVE min
ltes, There's hundred dollars in 1t
or you II we catch that ship"
He whirled and spurred up through
he mud of the streets. Bill Wheaton
vas snoring luxuriously when wrench
ID from his bed by a disheveled man
Who shook him into wakefulness and
INTO a portion Of his clothes, with a
torn Of excited instructions. The
awyer had neither time nor oppor-
unity for yexpostulation, for Glenister
valise and swept into it
liter Of documents from the table.
Hurry up, manls he yelled, as the
awyer dived frantically about his Of
Ice Ia a rabbit-like hunt for items.
My heavens, are you dead? Wake
p! The ships leaving" With sleep
till In his eyes, Wheaton was dragged
own the street to the beach, where a
not had assembled to witness the
ace. As they tumbled into the skiff,
Killing hands ran 1t out into the surf .
n the crest Of a roller. A few lifting +.
caves and they were over xhe bar ,
18th the men at the oars bending the /.
Thite ash at every swing ,
II guess didn't forget anything" /,
asped Wheaton as he put on his coat.
I got ready yesterday, but / couldn't !,
nd you last night, SO l thought the
cal was off"
Glenister stripped of his coat and,
icing the bow, pushed upon the oars =
every stroke, thus adding his
rength to that Of the oarsmen. They =
ept rapidly out from the beach, eat
g up the two miles that lay toward
e ship. He urged the men with all
8 power till the sweat soaked
rough their clothes and, under their
Inging shirts, the muscles stood out u
Re iron. They had covered half the a
stance when Wheaton uttered a cry
ID Glenister deslsted from his work U
It'll curse. The Roanoke was NOV.
g slowly. "
The rowers rested, but the young q
an shouted at them to begin again a
d. Selling a boat hook, stuck It into II
2 arm of his coat He waved this 4
high while the men redoubled their a
orts For many moments they hung 81
suspense, watching the black hull
1t gathered speed, and then, as they "
re about to cease their effort. a puff T
steam burst from its whistle and .,
} next moment short toot OF recog- A
ION reached them. i'Glenister wired m
, moisture from his brow and grin. 81
4 az wheaton, A er
| quarter Of an hour inter as they III
heaving below the ships steel sides re
thrust heavy buckskin sack into a
lawyers hand. ~ 'F -
There's nscuav % win sAe agAA Bill. al
DON'T know how much bat It's
,ughH GOdeblsss s0a. Hutty gbaekr' ID,
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