Gloucester County Democrat. (Woodbury, N.J.) 1878-1932, 1908-11-26

I'M : Oscar Csc; gal. gained e., the
he lag ho1oting Nth venet,s cursas
p''f'@ did not halt the
Servian when he found Oscar at his
heels.
Chauyenet stood inpassively by the
wall. his revolver raised and covering
Armitage, who walked slowly and dog
gedly toward him. The pallor in Arrni,
tage's face gave him an unearthly look.
He appeared to be trying to force him
self to a pace of which his wavering
limbs We're incapable At the moment
that Claiborne sprang upon the wall
behind Chauvenet Armitage swerved
and stumbled, then swayed from side
to side like a drunken man. His left
arm swung limp at his side, and his
revolver remained undrawn in his belt.
His gray felt hat was twitched to one
side of his head, adding d grotesque
touch to the impression of drunken
ness, and he was talking aloud
Shoot me. Mr.. Chauvenet. Go on
and shoot me. | am John Armitage.
and | live in Montana, where real peo-
pie are Go on and shoot! Winkel-
REDS in jail. and the jig's up. and the
empire and the silly king are safe Go
ON and shoot | tell youi"
He had stumbled on until he was
within a dozen steps of Chauvenet.
who lifted his revolver until it covered
Armitage's head
drop that gunt Drop it auickr~ And
Dick Claiberne swung the bait of his
rife high and brought it down with a
crash on Chauvenet's head; then Armi
tage paused and glanced about and
laughed
1t was Claiborne who freed Durand
from the dead horse, which had re-
ceived the shots fred at Oscar the mo-
ment he rose at the wall The fight
was quite knocked out of the conspira-
tor. and he swore under his breath,
cursing the unconscious Chauvenet and
the missing Zmai and the i'll fortune OF
the fight
ITS all over but the shouting
What's next?" demanded Claiborne.
Tie him up aud tie the other one
up" said Armitage. staring about
queerly Where the devil is Oscar?p
Hes after the big fellow. You're
badly fused. old man. We've got to
get out of this and Tx you up"
I'm all right. I've got hole in my
shoulder that feels as big and hot as
blast furnace. But we've got them
nailed. and it's all right. old man."
Durand continued to curse things Wis
ible and invisible as he rubbed his leg,
while Claiborne watched him impa
tiently.
IF you start to run. III certainly kill
you. monsieur"
I'VE have met. my dear sir, under
unfortunate circumstances You should
not take it too much to heart about the
potato sack. 1t was the fault of my
dear colleagues. All. Armitage. you
look rather i'll, but ! trust you will
harbor no harsh feelings"
Armitage did not look at him. His
eyes We're upon the PROSTATE figure of
Chauvenet. who seemed to be regain
ing his wits He moaned and opened
his eyes.
search him. Claiborne. to make
sure Then get him on his legs and
pinion his arms and tie the gentlemen
together The bride on that dead
horse is quite the thing"
But. messieurs.' began Durand.
who was striving to recover his com
posture. tthis,is unnecessary. My friend
and | are quite willing to give yol
every assurance of our peaceable in
tentions."
Il don't question it, laughed Clai-
borne
But. my dear sir. in America. even
in delightful America, the law will
protect the citizens of another coun
try"
1T will. indeed" and Claiborne grin
ned. put his revolver into Armitage's
hand and proceeded to cut the reins
from the dead horse In America
such amiable scoundrels as you are
given the freedom of cities and little
children scatter flowers in their path.
You ought to write for the funny pa
pers. monsieur"
Il trust your wounds are not serious.
my dear Armitage''
Armitage. sitting on bowlder. turn
ed his eyes YEARLY upon Durand,
whose wrists Claiborne was knotting
together with strap The officer spun
the man around yiciously.
You beast. If you address Mr. Armi-
fn GA again rstI ct,nisa vo1rfH