The enterprise. [volume] (Harlem, Mont.) 1899-1926, 1911-08-24

1llS llS pcAl VI SWAll OO4 OGA JuoSiSO. "A
companion in his cell is a negro. who
tells him he is Neb and that he knew the
Keith family back in Virginia.
CHAPTER v.-(continued.)
II dunno, Massa, done heerd 'em
talk some bout dey plans, an bout
some gal dey wanted ter fin, but l
didn't git no right sense to it. De
Gin'ral, he was might still man."
"The General? Whom do you mean?
Not Waiter"
John Sibley done called him dat"
Then Keith remembered-just a
dim. misty thread at first, changing
slowly into 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 eountenance revealed.
with new intelligence. There could be
no doubt-it 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 ly.
ing In that shallow grave near the
Cimmaron Crossing, and for whose
death he had been arrested. Twas
strange world, and a small one. What
miserable ending to life like his
a division commander of the Army of
Northern Virginia. Lieutenant-Gov-
ernor of his state. What strange
combination of circumstances could
ever have brought such a man to this
place, and sent him forth across those
Indian-scouted plains? Surely nothing
ordinary. And why should those Dor.
der desperadoes have followed,
through sixty miles of desolation. to
strike him down? 1t was not robbery,
at least in the ordinary sense. What
then? And how was "Black Bart" In.
volved? Why should he be sufficient
~ interested to swear out 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
now being made to conceal it.
Some way, these questions, thus
surging upon him, became 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-
ice. 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
ly evident. and there would be no de-
lay in execution-all they were wait
ing for was night, and a lax guard. He
glanced about at the walls of the
room, his eyes grown hard, his teeth
clenched.
"Neb," he said shortly, II guess that
was your outfit all right, but they
were not killed by Indians. They
were run down by gang from this
town--the same fellows who have put
you and me In here. l don't know
what they were after-that's to be
found out later,-but the fight ysu put
up at the camp spoiled their game for
once, and led to your arrest. They
Carson, and SO they trailed the party
to the Cimmaron Crossing. Then l
got Oh 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
10 put us where we won't talk. There
1e en- easy way to do this, and that is
by a lynching bee. Do you get my
drift, Neb?"
The whites of the negroes eyes were
very much in evidence, his hands grip
ping at the bench on which he sat.
70 de Lawd, yes, Massa Jack, I
Eho does. | corroborates de whole
thing"
Then you are willing to take a
ahaDca with Uae?"