The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-11-27

to teel he carrying the crowd when on the
floor. ooh, I don't know, enough truth
ought to seep into euen Maribosa over night
t. spoil that
An ominous jeer went up from the crowd.
Twin brother had shop-worn sound to
me. spoke to the big fellow whom they
called Ping Delor.
"If you hit Discord, being sent for, we
wouldn't keep you standing out here all even
ing, picked in sweat on the edge of nothing.
We generally listen to people we dom know
at least, let en- buy drink"
''All to the good for nerve" said Delor.
"Come on, men, we can't do nothin' till we
hear from the French Drip Cave delegation
an you say you want to drag the woman
into this dirty mess?"
"Only on the grounds that it amt" re-
marked Didsey.
"What do you do with woman-beaters
over'n your white mans town."
I felt the shock of the words as they
passed through poor Martin.
eve don't feature 'em SOS to make 'em
popular" said Didsey, "bein' what you
might call not strong on women-folks over
home"
Big Ping stepped into the doorway of the
bar-room, and faced the crowd outside
Only for a second or two at time did his
eyes leave Martin, but he appeared to adj
dress Didsey:
"Supposin' you'd shut up shop of an
evenin over n your home-hamlet, when you
sudden hears the screams of a whipped wo-
nlan-hears the voice and the blows of the
man who broke into her house? Supposin',
WI Tn you an others ran to help, you got
stF at by this man-so's your townsmen
and neighbors are perforated and on sick
report unprecedented, an your pore old
Dog is buzzin' perturbed from sore to sore"
And you-all let this female-punisher-
tn; shootin gent get away?" Didsey in
qu;;ed.
tNot aig-sactly," drawled Delor, cooling,
his eye on Martin, that is, we did have him
herded up solitaire in French Drip Cave
awhile ago. Returns from tharll be in
shortly. q. Only Lattrice wasn't dressed
like this here-when we drove him into the
dark yonder; in fact, he wasn't dressed
much to speak Of
"Why don't you 60 in the cave and get
him?" Didsey asked.
There hain't no one died from the
shootin' incidents yit," Delor replied con-
cisely. "Deekin Deevy is hoverin', so t
speak. If Deekin dies, we 60 in an get
him at any price, allus providin' he's there
an not here, which. would simplify con-
siderable. This here town is slow t anger,
an doesn't care to rush through zone of
light in the range of man in the dark with
two guns. And then, Lattrice has made
some promises about usin' up all his am
munition. All in all, we've been content to
starve him for day or two"
Nails we're driven into Martin Flint this
hour. Literally he withered under the
words of Big Ping.
"What of the woman?" asked.
"She's changin' back to proper color as
we'll as could be expected"
The thought was queer to me, queer and
unpalatable-tha Mary Gives soft, white
skin should be blackened by mans hand.
"You say this Lattrice broke into the
Yoman's house?" went on, after a min
ute.
> "That's the idea," Delor replied, making
clear that she had not lied in the letter.
Might came, when she wouldn' let him in.
Maybe we're soft an oil fashioned here in
Mariposie, but we low fur woman S natu-
raj institution of Judgment We told Lat
trice to sleep out that night, offerin' him
accommodations various, suggestin he turn
up next mornin with shave an shine an
try agin. Std O that, he goes on drinkin'.
FINALLY, two nights ago, he gives us the slip,
breaks in, an aforesaid screams starts the
town. Oh, he amt pretty nor respect
able inside, this Lattrice. Yet, I've seen
him look just as inherent and ready-to-
5urst-into-tears as this a-ledged twin o
his n"
It was now that Martin spoke up. His
face was gray-white in the broken light from
the saloon, and there was something in his
voice hadn't heard for long
Men of Mariposa,' he said, clumsily,
'smy brother in the cave, an myprisoner
by rights. He run off with the woman I
was going to marry, and took the money 1
had saved. His life belongs to me.
eco and get it," voices cried. eco to
the cave an get your man!''
"That's what I'm askin," Martin said,
looking straight at Delor.
Didsey and 1 broke in, but quick, i'm
ploring look from Martins eyes made us
silent. Delor, who seemed SO slow in all
things, missed nothing.
EDO you mean to kill him in Thereon
bring him out?"
edo you mean to kill him-if bring him
out?" Martin shot back
Delor waved his huge hand over Ne crowd
which was loudly sipnifvinp the affirmative