The Garland globe. [volume] (Garland, Utah) 1906-191?, 1911-01-07
CHAPTER XVII.
On the Road to Turner's.
Who goes therer

What kind of jug?
"A little brown jug from Kildare"
Thus Mr.. Thomas Ardmore tested
bis pickets with 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 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 ac-
company the party as a 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 1t II 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-
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 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 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, 1t 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! / 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,
should not be in at the finish. viii
you kindly get me a horse?"
Miss Dangerfield's resolution was
not to be shaken, and few minutes
ater the party moved out from the
courtyard. Cooke rode several hun
ired yards ahead; then two detectives
preceded the wagon, in which Apple
weight sat on a cross-seat with two
more Of Cookies men on a seat just
behind him. He was tied and gagged,
md an old derby hat (supplied by
PAUL. had been clapped upon the side
If his head at an angle that gave
him jaunty air belied by his bonds.
Though his tongue was silenced, his
yes were at once eloquent of Won