The silver messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1890-1912, 1911-02-21
CHAPTER XVII.
On the Road to Turner's


"WhO goes there?'
"a Jug
What kind of a jug?"
"a little brown jug from Kildare
Thus Mr.. Thomas Ardmore tested |
his pickets with a 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 &C.
company the party as board OF
strategy in the movement upon Tur-
ner Court House, South Carolina.
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 it if he had been free
for a 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-
:, err 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 d1sbe
. lieying. that this captivity within the
walls of Ardsley had been due to {
n daughter of that very governor o
North Carolina whom he had counted
his friend.
1.-THE road between Kildare and TUT
10 ners is fairly good" announced Cooke
u Though we've got to travel four mile
n to strike it. Griswold evidently think
that holding the creek is all there i
~ of this business, and he won't fin
out till morning that we've crawle
d, round his line and placed Appleweigh
u in Jail at Turner's, where he belongs.
"You must have a good story read
Or for the press, Collins said Ardmor'
" "The North Carolina border countie
don't want Appleweight injured, an
N Gov. Dangerfield don't want any harl
1" to come to him-you may be sure
that, or Bill would have been dom
time long ago
err .'Gentlemen, it was very impolll
err Of YOU not to tell me you were read
X. to start" and Jerry came brisk
o. from the side entrance. dressed Il
ha the saddle and nibbling a biscuit.
as But you are not to go, | though
nj that was understood" cried Ardmor
ct may have been understood
you. Mr.. Ardmore, but not by me,
~. should never forgive myself if, aft
all the trouble | have taken
NJ. straighten out this little matter,
should not be in at the finish. w
you kindly get me horse?'
Miss Dangerheld's resolution WI
ira not to be shaken. and few minut
later the party moved out from &
wo courtyard. Cooke rode several hu
lla dred yards ahead; then two detectiv
.ed preceded the wagon, in which App
weight sat on cross-seat with tN
,ro. more of Cookies men on seat Ju
a behind him. He was tied and gage
:, ;, and an old derby hat (supplied
PAUL. had been clapped upon the 81
'op If his head at an angle that ga
'on i'm a jaunty air belied by his bon'
,, Though his tongue was silenced,
ewes were at once eloquent of We