The log cabin Democrat., 1909-10-12

No", to make pinch like that would be worth while, Reno, eh? Bet ter than wasting the power vested in me by the law on Mexican pipe raiders"
 You may have the power of the law, all right, son, l responded, but don't foo! yourself with the idea that noth- ing more is necessary in order to clap the bracelets on Bill Grierson. It isn't like raiding a gambling joint up east with bunch of plain clothes el- bows backing you up. Bull doesn't care hang for the majesty of the law, and he's some swift with gun, being sort of careless as to whom he picks out for a target
 So l imagine. judging from what l heard said Shercliffe. All the same l wouldn't mind having try for him if he was within range"
 Better run along and attend to the pipes, Johnny" said I, and forget Bull Grierson He's an unhealthy proposi- tion to monkey with and that's gospel truth"
 Shercliffe only laughed and rode off whistling, and l didn't think anything more about the matter. But as it hap pened Johnny was destined to see Grierson sooner than either of us ex- pected. Presently he reached the pipe and rode steadily along the black line in the sand, heading due north. He found everything in good condition, and after covering six miles dismount- ed at the head of the line of Lost Creek, picketed his broncho and sat down to eat his lunch under the shade of a cottonwood tree Having fin ished. he lay resting comfortably. and. yielding to the eneryating influence of the heat, doZed off into heavy sumber.
 It was thus that Bull Grierson found him, and Shercliffe was first made aware of his arrival by being rudely awakened and thrown violently over on his face. Taken utterly by surprise he could offer little or no resistance, and in a trice found himself tied hand and foot his revolver gone and Bull Grierson standing over him grinning from ear to ear.
 This is what l call real good luck, youngster," said the bandit, cheerfully. My bronk foundered quite a ways back there, and needed fresh horse and a drink of water about as bad as l ever wanted anything in my life. And here they were both nice and con venient to my hand. Did you by any chance happen to be one of them dep uties that's so anxious to have chat with Bull Grierson?"
 Shercliffe had sense enough 10 shake his head negatively.
 I'm only patrolling the water pipe for the Big Sembro," he replied, and Grierson griIned again.
 Lucky for you,' he responded If you was one of them man hunters I'd a left little lead in your system to remember me by. Well, good-by; I'm in something of hurry and cant stay to yarn with you any longer"
 Springing lightly on the back Of the broncho he rode swiftly away while Shercliffe lay gazing helplessly after him. When night fell and Johnny
  thing had gone wrong, and with two of the boys from the bunk house I started out in search of him, trailing along the course of the pipe line. We found him, stiff and bruised by the coils of the rope, but otherwise unhurt.
 Be thankful you got off as easy as you did l told him. As a general 4Int n1t ,nl, with Bull Grierson doesn't have much breath left to complain with when the fuss is over"
 T never mad a chance" complained Johnny. If had been awake it might have been different story"
 Yes, and you probably wouldn't have been able to talk much about 1t. either l replied. Don't be fool Johnny"
 If ever I meet that fellow again I'll get him or he'll get me" he said, vi ciously T may be tenderfoot, but I'm no coward, Reno'
 T don't doubt your courage for moment, Johnny l said. The cards were stacked against you, and you couldn't win, that's all, But l don't believe you'll have another chance to try conclusions with Grierson in hurry He's probably safe across the border by now"
 As matters turned out, however, my conjecture proved to be incorrect, for Grierson was caught by two officers that very night. But while they were riding along with the prisoner between them bound to his saddle, Grierson managed to slip his handcuffs, snatched revolver from the belt Of one of his guards and shot him in the back, killing him instantly. Then, wheeling his horse, he disappeared.
 In the early dawn of morning Gaines, guiding a horse upon which lay the lifeless form of his comrade, reached the Big Sembro. His arrival was the scene of an outbreak of threats of ven geance from the men in the bunk house, all of whom had known and liked the murdered deputy. Gaines, his face set with a grim scowl, raised