The Spanish Fork press. [volume] (Spanish Fork, Utah) 1902-current, 1910-12-29
CHAPTER XVII.
On the Road to Turner's.

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\ "A jug"
A"What kind of a iug?"
MA little brown jug from Kildare
trhus Mr.. Thomas AEdmore tested
hisA pickets with a shibboleth of his
own devising. The sturdy militiamen
of North Carolina patroled the north
ern bank of Raccoon creek at mid
night, aware that riotous food alone
separated them from their foes.
The terraces at Ardsley bristled with
the guns of the First Light battery,
while, upon a cot in the wine cellar
beneath, Mr.. Bill Applewe'ght, alias
Poteet, slept the sleep of the just.
He was rudely aroused, however. at
one o'clock in the morning by Ard
more, Cooke and Collins, and taken
out through the kitchen to one of the
Ardsley farm wagons. Big Paul held
the reins, and four of Cookies detect
ives were mounted as escort. Ard
more, Cooke and Collins were to ac-
company the party as board of
strategy in the movement upon Tur-
ner Court House, South Carolina.
Appleweight, the terror of the Dor
der, blinked at the lanterns that flash
ed about him in the courtyard. He
had been numbed by his imprison-
ment, and even now he yielded him
self docilely to the inevitable. His
capture in the first instance at Mount
Nebo had been clear enough, and he
could have placed his hand on the
men who did it if he had been free
! for a couple of hours. This he had
pondered over his solacing solitaire as
he sat on the case of Chateau BiZet
in the Ardsley wine cellar; but the
subsequent events had been altogeth-
er too much for him. He had been
taken from his original captors by a
girl, and while the ignominy of this
was not lost on the outlaw, his wits
had been unequal to the further fact
which he had no ground for disbe
lieving, that this captivity within the
walls of Ardsley had been due to a
daughter of that very governor OF
North Carolina whom he had counted
his friend.
"The road between Kildare and Tur
ner's is fairly good" announced Cooke
though we've got to travel four miles
to strike it, Griswold evidently thinks
that holding the creek is all there is
of this business, and he won't fine
out till morning that we've crawle6
round his line and placed Appleweight
in Jail at Turner's, where he belongs
you must have a good story ready
for the press, Collins" said Ardmore
"The North Carolina border countie:
don't want hppleweight injured, anC
Gov. Dangerfield don't want any harm
to come to him-you may be sure O
that, or Bill would have been doing
time long ago.
Gentlemen, it was very impolitt
of you not to tell me you were ready
! to start" and Jerry came briskly
from the side entrance, dressed fol
the saddle and nibbling biscuit.
But you are not to go though
that was understood" cried Ardmore
ut may nave been understood b!
YOU. Mr.. Ardmore, but not by me,
should never forgive myself If, afte
all the trouble have taken tt
straighten out this little matter,
should not be in at the finish. viii
you kindly get me a horse"
Miss Dangerfield's resolution wal
not to be shaken, and few minutes
later the party moved out from tn,
COURTYARD. Cooke rode several hun
dred yards ahead; then two detective
preceded the wagon, in which Apple
weight sat on a cross-seat with tw,
more of Cookies men on a seat jus
behind him He was tied and gagged
and an old derby hat (supplied b.
| PAUL. had been clapped upon the sid
Of his head at an angle that CAV
i'm a jaunty air belied by his bonds
| Though his tongue was silenced hi
ewes were at once eloquent of Won