Watertown leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1909-1911, 1911-08-25
CHAPTER V.-(Continued.)

81 dunno Massa, | 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
GinraI, he was a 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 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 Caroiinians,
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
It's haunting familiarity. He drew the
Iocket 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 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
division commander of the Army of
Northern Virginia, a Leutenant-Gov-
srncr Of his state. What strange
coordination OF circumstances could
even nave 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
vofved? Why should he be sufficient
ly interested to swear out a warrant
and then assist in his arrest? There
parent upon the surface-some object,
some purpose shrouded In mystery.
No mere quarrel, no ordinary feud, no
accident of meeting, DC 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 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 its 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
murdarers 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, 81 guess that
was your outfit all right. but they
were not killed by Indians. They
We're 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-thats 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 |
got on their track, and fearing the re-
suit, they've landed me also. Now
they'll get rid of usSboth as best they
can These fellows won't want any
tria1-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 a 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.
TO de Lawd, yes. Massa Jack.
sho' does. / corroborates de whole
thing
Then you are willing to take
chance with me?"
"Wlllin'. Why, Massa Jack, Pse
overioyed, / 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 lust as
long as it is daylight, Neb,a he replied
finally. "but veil try every board and
every log 80 discover some way out.
Just tho moment it grows dark enough
co 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
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