The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1910-04-09
CHAPTER XVII.
On the Road to Turner's.
Who goes there"

On the Road to Turner's.
"Who goes there?"
"A Jug"
what kind of jug?"
"A little brown jug from Kildare
| Thus Mr.. Thomas Ardmore tested
his pickets with a shibboleth of his
own devising. The sturdy lnilitiamen
of North Carolina patroled the north
ern bank of Raccoons creek at mid
night. aware that riotous flood alone
separated them from their foes.
The terraces at Ardsley bristled with
the guns of the First Light battery,
while, upon cot in the wine cellar
beneath, Mr.. Bill Appleweight, 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 &C.
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 fash
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 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-
err 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 find
out till morning that we've crawled
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 counties
don't want Appleweight injured. and
Gov. Dangerfield don't want any harm
to come to him-you may be sure of
that, or Bill would have been doing
time long ago.
Gentlemen, it was very impolite
of you not to tell me you were ready
to start!" and Jerry came briskly
from the side entrance. dressed for
the saddle and nibbling a biscuit.
But you are not to go! I thought
that was understood" cried Ardmore.
1T may have been understood by
you. Mr.. Ardmore, but not by me!
should never forgive myself if. after
all the trouble have taken to
straighten out this little matter, I
should not be in at the finish. Will
you kindly get me horse?"
Miss Dangerfeld's resolution was
not to be shaken, and a few minutes
later the party moved out from the
courtyard. Cooke rode several hum
dred yards ahead; then two detectives
preceded the wagon, in which Apple
weight sat on a cross-seat with two
more of Cookies men on seat just
behind him. He was tied and gagged,
and an old derby hat (supplied by
PauD had been clapped upon the side
Of his head at an angle that gave
him jaunty air belied by his bonds.
Though his tongue was silenced, his
eyes were at once eloquent of Won
dernlent, resignation and impotent
rage. Beside the wagon rode Miss
Jerry Dangerf1eld, alert and con-
tented. Ardmore and Collins were i'm
mediately behind her, and she in
dulged the journalist in some mild
chaff from time to time, to his in.
finite delight, though considerably tc
Ardnore's distress of heart; for,
though no words had passed between
him and Jerry as to the disgraceful
fight of the adjutant general, yet the
master of Ardsley was in jealous
mood. The moon had left the conspir-
ators to the softer radiance of the
stars, but there was sufficient light
for Ardnlore to mark the gentle
lines of Jerry's face, as she lifted it
now and then to scan the bright
i globes above.
Paul drove his team at a trot over
the smooth road of the estate to re.
mote and little-used gate on the south.
ern side, but still safely removed from
the South Carolina pickets along the
RaccOon.
Its all right over there" remarked
Collins, jerking his head toward the
creek. 1.-THE fronting armies are
waiting for morning and battle. l sup.
pose that when we send word to Girls.
void that ApDleWeight is in a South