Woodruff County news. [volume] (McCrory, Ark.) 1901-1910, 1908-03-26
there's no one to carry a message.

| his head into the Withdrawing
! James has just broken up his council
and they decided the spy can live, as
| he warned us of your coming
Hooray!' shouted the drummer,
with vulgar display of enthusiasm.
Shut up!' growled lib. so you
foretold our coming, eh?'
Sure; had to, to save my hide
grinned the drummer happily. OF
course it was only con on my part,
but luckily it worked out all hunkey
Ais well that ends well, you know
You needn't be so devilish gay
over it, snapped lib, or you'll find
it's sad work to double-cross even the
pretender.'
oh, come now whined the drum
mer, you fellers wouldn't spike poor
mans game! Don't you see, just as
soon as / get to Beanville I'll catch a
constable and come back and rescue
you both
No We won't chuckled the guard,
whom we'd forgotten. Cause King
James says We can't go till after
they've been executed, whatever tat
means-for DANCED if l do. And before
We go, we're going to brand the word
traitor" on your brow
We'll, that doubled the drummer all
up. He tried to bride the guard to run
up to the corner store and beg the
king to modify the sentence. II give
two dollars if you'll get him to change
his mind and brand me on the leg or
in the newspapers he offered, hyster-
ically
"'Odds tomatoes! | whispered to
lib, but we must leave here in very
sooth.'
"Ther what was becoming an ex-
tremely unlovely situation, with the
busy hammers changing away on the
gibbet and the tall Jasper at the win
dow trying to make gimlets in our
legs with his pike, was given a new
direction by a lusty shout at the front
door and the sound of voice crying:
'Hooray! A Monmouth A Monmouth
And then the portal was cast down
and my Lord Ezra Somebody bawled
forth: Hello, folkses. Where be YEP
land come We in peace here, or
come We in war? demanded Tib, while
the drummer shuddered and protested
that our visitors were as welcome as
burglars.
We're friendly. Hooray for Mon
mouth cried the rabble.
Let the portcullis fall and enter
invited lib Then to me: Don't you
see, we're rescued. When the leading
fay hypnotized this weak-minded
chorus into viewing him as his majes-
ty King James, he necessarily supplied
the whole suggestion; that is, the
suggestion of Monmouth, exc our re-
ception. The last implied a handful of
supporters, and now We'll leave this
dungeon, raise the west and the in
sane equation is completed. James
has created a Frankenstein that will
devour him.
Say, l knew a Teller once named
Fleckenstein. He travelled began
the drummer, eagerly; but Hist, vas
SAL commanded one of the newcom-
ers, and he histed.
THE floor grew warm under our
prancing feet as we hurried to leave
the hall. The halberdier leaned in the
window, and, cycling us curiously,
cried: 'Ye didn't git out by tn winder,
did We? l was told ter guard it, and,
by gum, l have! But he made no
move to stop our passing through the
door, and lib swore he was a man
with heart in his bosom. On the
other side of the keep the volunteer
cabinet makers kept pounding away at
the gibbet and rocked us not, although
one blur whistled with sinister shrill-
ness, Let Erin Remember
Our new captors numbered about
a dozen and watched us keenly, al
though accepting lib as their master.
For when we tried to say goodnight
and sneak away after our wheels they
caused us to hesitate and informed us
we would be piked to death if we
made another break. We've left our
hoein to stand by We, an don't We dast
to caper any, warned one.
trow we shall not part in scorn,'
assured lib
Then let that tall Teller stop his
rantin,' demonstrated another.
"'Beshrew me- groaned the drum
mer, keeping close to us; but say, fell
lers, this isn't real is it? I'm still
travelling for the Buffalo house, amt
~
:" L don't know why we took any
body besides Monmouth fer declared
the leader, stopping short and eying
us eYilly. Before this queer spell
come on | don't remember as we had
any call ter rescue anybody but Mon
mouth
Let's kill tn other two, suggested
a cornhaired boy. cheerfully.
Hold! roared lib. These two
men we all wot of are leal and true.
Who touches a hair of their gray
heads
snum, but ye're touchy, guest
broke in the corn-haired youth L
only want ter do what's right. If We
don't want 'em killed, say so. l didn't