davidaulloa/AmericanStories huggingface dataset:
The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1909-05-21
/hE NRlGMR.

don't know what you are doing. /
haven't lived on the border ten years
for nothing. You will be killed. /
can't won't permit it.
II turned on him and snarled in
his face:
"You are not big enough to hold
me and you can't keep me any other
way unless you shoot me, and don't
think you want to commit murder
II poured out a volume OF vile abuse
for which I was afterwards heartily
ashamed.
81 am going 1 concluded, and with
that l sprang out of the house and set
off at a run for the north trail.
Wait until I get my gun and I
will go with you,' Jarrall shouted after
me, but l paid nc attention to him.
at was half-past ten, and l knew 1t
would be a tight ace to be at the APP
pointed place on time. The messen-
gers horse was standing before the
door. l mounted it and set out at a
rapid rate for the trail. It was a wild
ride through the chaparral that night,
my heart beating time to the pounding
Of the horses hoofs. At the giant
cactus / hobbled the pony and has
tened, on foot, down the cathedral
towards the river.
"As ! came in sight Of the water,
shining white and silvery through the
bushes, I could make out the bulk OF
boat approaching. ] gripped my revolt
yer ~nervously and waited for It to
land. The cottonwood trees cast
heavy shadows where / crouched. and
this gave me the advantage Of the
smugglers, for the moonlight was al
most as brilliant e sunlight. The