The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1908-06-06


Pedro turned pale and dropped his
knife at the sight of the pistol backed
up by the steely gaze of Frank.
Bang! bang. went the Spaniard's
gun as he struggled in vain attempt !
to shoot Jack. To and fro the men
reeled, knocking over chairs and i
/ boxes in their wild struggle.
! Jack was having harder time
than he had anticipated, but finally
| twisted the gun from the Spaniard's
hand Then he secured one of his
favorite holds and crash went the
Spaniard down on his back. But
Poor Jack: as he fell with him, his
head struck on the leg of the table
and he Immediately lost conscious
ness. The Spaniard was quick to
realize his advantage and drawing his
knife he srang upon Jack. With a
look of malicious triumph he raised it
high above his head.
Quick boy shouted the old man
who had struggled to the door.
Frank turned just in the nick of
time and took quick shot at the
Spaniard hitting him in the arm.
Pedro, however seized from behind
and poor Frank was helpless in his
herculean grasp.
The Spaniard rolled over on his
| No. a.. nd
cursing like fiend.
"Holda heem Pedro" he shouted,
, we klilla all of them"
The old man made feeble attempt
to rush to Franks assistance, but
, in vain, he was too weak and had to
grasp the top of the door to keep
: from falling.
E At this moment, cavalry officer
a in a lieutenant's uniform, burst into
Y the room, followed by several priv
f ates.
What does this meant, he cried.
!, The old man motioned to the Span
t lard. '.Quick don't let him escape"
e he said.
Secure that man." he cried, point
S ing to the Spaniard who was strug-
: Cling to his feet.
o Let that boy go he shouted
Again the cowardly naure of the
y greaser asserted itself, and he quickly
d threw up his hands.
Guard hint" he continued to the
= men, then turning to Frank, nov
my boy what's the truble?"
It A few ords from Frank explained
+" things.
80 that's the way of 1t, is it?'
p exclaimed the lieutenant. tits {
IL good thing that we came when W,
- did. We were sent out from For
,, Bruce to run down a small band o
"A Indians who had gone out on a ram
page two days ago. We were goin
!, past when we heard the shots an
40 rushed over here"
"a The lieutenant now began eying
r sharply the prisoners.
h Seems to me he looks familiar
a. why, yes, / recognize that scar" b
said pointing to livid streak on tn
," Spaniard's forehead. How are YOU
Senior Meurietto, we've wanted yo
for the killing of the poor miner
the valley. Yes my fine FRIEND" b
OF continued, you escaped once bl
IS, you'll hang this time"
n, The Spaniard listened quietly
Desperate look came into his eye
j." YAH" he snarled, suddenly jerkir
away from the soldier who was ca
on lessly holding him.
or II hanga but not till l keel z
of Americana" and quickly drawing h
gun with his good arm, he fired
ny Frank.
ire A low groan followed by a dl
int sickening thud told the result of b
shot. But it was not Frank. Di
its lining the Spaniards motive, he hi
in sprang to one side, turning to o.
ZEN side, turning Just in time to esca
and to see the old man who W
g." standing directly behind him in t
doorway fall to the floor. T
did Spaniard did not have time to sho
ley again for he was instantly owe
powered.
cps Rushing to the fallen man. tn
turned him over, blood was strea
get ing from his chest and to all appe;
ances he was dead. The lieutena
or placed his hand over his chest.
18th "He is still living but will I
soon," and pulling his canteen
the forced some brandy between the {
aif- mans lips. Slowly the old man I
ened his eyes. "Quick come"
Ida gasped, looking at Frank. Fra
, a rushed to his side and knelt o.