The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1909-01-05

horse within three miles OF the tip.
pie over the creek, and he cannot take
horse through a 4S-inch tunnel"
But a mule" I said, surely one OF
those little mine mules will carry
him"
Again he shook his head I'VE
have not mule on the place that is
low enough to go through that tun-
mel"
We looked at each other in silence
for a moment. II was surely hard
luck for the sheriff. and sympathized
with him.
Suddenly George shut one eye and
gave low whistle. Then he cleared
his throat, as he always does when he
is going to talk business. and turned
to the sheriff.
'Mr- Sheriff." he said, what will
you give us to help you get that man
and the reward?"
I'm certainly give ye a hundred dol
lars apiece II Il would be OF any use"
he answered. "But it's too late. So
there's no use talking about t."
"A hundred dollars apleceg" ex.
claimed George. laughing. You are
not talking business at all, Mr.. Sheriff.
Now, II you'll be reasonable In the
terms, we may be able TO do some
thing yet"
There was something in his voice
that brought the officer out OF his
brooding with a start.
III you can do anything, boy, then
for heavens sake spit her out quick"
he cried. Don't waste time dis
putin about a few dollars. 1t may
mean the capture of criminal. How
much do you want?"
Suppose we make Il an equal d.
vide between the three OF u.s." an
swered George. without the CULVER Of
an eyelash. THAT would make thou
sand apiece"
For an instant the sheriff stood
dumfounded, as though he did not un-
derstand, and then he began to
swear.
George looked at the man with a
smile. What do you say about it?"
It was the sheriff's last hope and he
realized II.
Have It your own way, then" he
said, sullenly, after exhausting his
stock of profanity.
Ned" cried George, reduce this
agreement to writing, and get his
honor's signature, while l get things
started" and away he rushed to the
stable.
"Bill," he called to a man standing
near by, run out the big motor and
one of those fat trucks. Hitch on a
mine car, too"
In less time than 1t takes to tell It,
had the signature of Nehemiah Brown,
sheriff of Spencer county, West Vir-
ginia, to a paper binding him to de-
liver $4,000 to George and myself in
case he captured the fugitive and re
ceived the reward
fastening to the drift mouth we
found George with his mare standing
beside a low, fiat car used for hauling
the cutting machines In the mine. This
and an ordinary mine car we're at
tached TO a motor
Come, Linnie," said George, and
gingerly she stepped upon the fat car
the platform of which stood barely
foot above the rail.
Good girl" said George, patting
her on the neck. "lie down." bat Linnie
did not move. He tapped her fore
legs with the whip, but her response
was to rear up and nearly fall of the
car.
I could see George getting red in
the face and losing his self-possession.
A crowd Of miners had gathered and
were enjoying the spectacle of
Georges discontinue.
Put salt on her tall" shouted one
man.
PLAY dead, old girl" cried another
The magic word was spoken, and Lin
ME gracefully reclined at full length
on the truck.
Jump on" called George to the
sheriff, as he placed himself by the
head Of the mare. "On for Silver
Creek" he called to the motorman.
It all happened so quickly that
stood dazed until I saw the little train
begin to move. Then | tumbled into
the mine car after the sheriff, and we
were whisked away out of sight into
the black tunnel.
Two weeks later. as George was
opening his mail I saw a grin spread
over his face. THAT old boy is the
kind of business man l like to deal
with he said 'How's this for
promptness?
What on earth are you talking
about?" l demanded.
Yours is here, too," he answered.
tossing me slip of paper
The slip of paper was Nehemiah
Browns check for $1,000.