The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1911-09-22
CHAPTER V.-(Continued.)


tells him he is Neb and that he knew the
Keith family back in Virginia.
CHAPTER v.-(continued.)
~ dunno. Massa, I done heerd 'em
talk some bout dey plans. an bout
some gal dey wanted ter fin, but |
didn't git no right sense to it. De
Gin'ral, he was a might still man."
"The General? Whom do you mean?
Not Waiter"
John Sitley done called him dat"
Then Keith remembered-jus
dim. misty thread at first. changing
slowly into a clear recollection. He
was riding with dispatches from Long
street to Stonewall Jackson. and had
been shot through the side. The
first of Jackson's troops he reached
was a brigade of North Carolinians.
commanded by General Waite-Gen-
eral Willis Waite He had fallen from
his horse at the outposts. was brought
helpless to the Generals tent. and an
other sent on with the papers. And
Mrs. Waite had dressed and bandaged
his wound. That was where he had
seen that woman's face before. with
its haunting familiarity. He drew the
locket from beneath his shirt, and
gazed at the countenance revealed,
with new intelligence. There could be
no Doubt was the face of her who
had cared for him so tenderly in that
tent at Manassas before the fever
came and he had lost consciousness
And that. then, was Willis Waite ~
ing in that shallow grave near the
Cimmaron Crossing. and for whose
death he had been arrested. Twas a
strange world. and a small one. What
a miserable ending to a life like his
q division commander of the Army of
Northern Virginia. Lieutenant-Gov-
ernor of his state What strange
combination of circumstances could
ever have brought such man to this
place, and sent him forth across those
Indian secuted plains? Surely nothing
ordinary. And why should those bor-
der desperadoes have followed.
through sixty miles of desolation. to
strike him down? 1t was not robbery
at least in the ordinary sense. What
volved? Why should he be sufficient
}y interested to swear out a warrant.
and then assist in his arrest? There
must be something to all this not ap-
parent upon the surface-some object
some purpose shrouded In mystery.
No mere quarrel. no ordinary feud. no
accident of meeting, no theory of COM
monplace robbery, would account for
the deed. or for the desperate efforts
COW being made to conceal it.
Some way, these questions, thus
furging upon him, became a call to
live. to fight, to unravel their mystery.
The memory of that sweet-faced wom-
an who had bent above him when the
fever began it's mastery, appealed to
him now with the opportunity of serv-
fee. He might be able to clear this.
bring to her the truth, save her from
despair and hand over to justice the
murderers of her husband. 1t was up
to him alone to accomplish this-no
one else knew what he knew, suspect
ed what he suspected. And there was
but one way-through escape. To re-
main there in weak surrender to fate
could have but one ending, and that |
swift and sudden He had no doubt
as to BLACK Bart's' purpose. or of his
ability to use the Red Light" outfit
as desired. The whole plan was clear
Iy evident. and there would be no de-
lay in execution--all they were wait
ing for was night. and lax guard. He
glanced about at the walls of the
room. his eyes grown hard, his teeth
clenched.
.'Neb," be said shortly, 81 guess that
was your outfit all right. but they
were not killed by Indians. They
were run down by a gang from this
town-the same fellows who have put
you and me in here. don't know
what they were after-that's to be |
found out later,-but the fight you put
up at the camp spoiled their game for
once, and led to your arrest They |
failed to get what was wanted in |
Carson. and so they trailed the party |
to the Cimmaron Crossing. Then l |
got on their track, and fearing the re-
suit, they've landed me also. Now |
they'll get rid of us both as best they |
can. These fellows Won't want any |
trial-that would be liable to give the |
whole trick away-but they have got |
to put us where we won't talk There |
is an easy way to do this, and that is !
by lynching bee. Do you get my |
drift. Neb?"
The whites of the negro's eyes were |
very much in evidence, his hands grip |
ping at the bench on which he sat.
"Fo' de Lawd, yes, Massa Jack, |
sho does. l corroborates de whole
thing"
Then you are willing to take a
chance with me?''
"Willin'! Why, Massa Jack, Use
overjoyed; l amt gwine leave yer no
mo-. Use sho' gwine ter be yo' niger.
What yo' gwine ter do?"
Keith ran his eyes over the walls.
carefully noting every popularity.
We'll remain here quietly just as
long as it is daylight, Neb," he replied
finally, but We'll try every board and
every log to discover some way out
Just the moment 1t grows dark enough
to slip away without being seen we've
got to hit the prairie. Once south of
the Arkansas we're safe, but not until
then. Have you made any effort to
get cut?" !