The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1911-10-05
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What 90 you sayf Tue '"ni a,heo
quick ana low t h, y
Delor answered evasiVely, You nliish
him, an we won I have TO-
Martin studied mo--'ent' IL was pam
10 me lhlt oteNe fliilt room III heii WAS "
be used that nlght. ne brother saw II, 100.
Snow me the way, ne salo, auiiy'
The mouth OF the cave was III the hills
mile from town. We all set out
Martin, don't play the ferret here!'
whispered, on the way "Steves amucl'.
He'll Kill you
There was something akin to madness IA
the eyes which mutely implored me to say
no more
A big fire was burning at the mouth of tho
cave. Two men Of the running guard re-
ported that nothing had been heard OF the
prisoner, since the messenger had ridden
back to town. They stood with repeating
rifles just out of range from within. A
rabbit couldn't have scurried out and lived
Martin looked slowly about the firelit faces,
pressed my hand and started toward the en-
trance. Really, it was now for the first
time, that | realized how fond was Of
Martin Flint Didsey cursed softly under
his breath. The crowd was silent now.
We heard Martins Gala tomb-like rum
bling;
Halloo-oo, Steve! Pm comm in.
It's me Martini
There was no answer Martins steps
trailed into silence. The smell of earth
came out OF the cave, but it was warm and
pent like long-shut room. heard the
swapping OF roots in the fire; then sudden
gust of mems whispering behind, but
couldn't turn to see. My eyes were lost in
the inner dark. felt the shirt sticking to
my skin; the need for drink. Hate for
intomemory 1t seemed an hour. ....
Then voice from far within-tired, hoarse,
hopeless.
:" It's all over, men! Poor Steve
saved me-from the dirty work."
Into the light he came, walking jerkily,
like wooden figure pushed from behind.
1t was the face Of Martin grown old, H.
seemed to me, haggard, horrible with suffer-
ing. My thought was that only the beating
of Mary Give had steeled him to 90 in.
Out into the freight, he came, mumbline
throltily the repetition that all was over.
Then | was conscious OF a woman beside me
Mary Cliveheard catch in her throat
and her scream:
That isn't Martini That's Steve!--
He's left his brother in therel =
For a second, the twin looked at the
bruised beautiful face in the firelioht-ther,
burst into laughter. 1t was all plain with
that laugh hard as parrots tone disks
Of metal humping down steel stairs-the
laugh OF man whose soul has fled and
whose body doesn IT care. The hideous
shock OF a pistol his oun--and Steve was
down.
we caught up brands from the fire, and
rushed INTO the cave Fear was savage in
every BRAIN that murder had been done
wlthin, out TINS was wrong. AT quick
turn Oh the passage, nifty feet from the
mouth, Martin stood at bay, squirting the
nares he was halt-dressed and had been
getting into the rags Steve had worn. The
word that ne lived was shouted back--so
that knew the woman heard. In all
out spirit, thls was the man whom the Mars
posers had hunted they inclined at first
20 pe rougn on account OF the trick. Mar;
IN nau heafo the shot, and the voices hads.
'o.u iniii wiiat o'eVe nao done,
~ We got no iaVors TO ask, he said duly.
l never intended to Kill him | couldn't
el MN stafVel ! meant hum to take the.
ong chance--ot running for it in my
T,Js n;Js.,,
- piasey sy t1 Pa.tea q ms shoulder wrung the
:, .l'l, 10y iialu % 'lie man VINO was making
y. ne 'lllllk 80 last ! was glad that ne lived.
pig rng peior reoaked his men, as one