The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1912-07-12
Making a
Goat

There were only five men in the
smoking car by the time the train had
passed Three Fork station, and they
were all business men connected with
some eastern or western house. No.
50 was not popular train, and they
took 1t simply because each had busi-
ness engagements or schedules that
must be followed.
The train had Just spun through a
wide, arid waste. leaving behind
clouds of alkali dust.
The five men were grouped togeth-
er, pretty we'll talked out on general
subjects, and each ready for a little
excitement, when one Of them pointed
out of the window. "See those foot
hills over there? Just a few months
ago, they caught Red Bert there. He
held up a train near here. and shot
the engineer and an express agent"
Then It was that little insignif1-
cant chap who had Joined them fifty
miles back, by his card a representa-
tive Of a small beef concern, ruffied
the nerves Of the five travel weary
men in a way he had not before.
The little drummer, Blake, nodded
his bald head, and started in to relate
some Of his exploits and went on:
"You bet 1 wouldn't lay down for no
man that walks here in the west or
anywhere. Most of you fellows are
from the east, take 1t, and go through
to the coast; but I do business round
these parts; and I've mixed with bad
men in bad places, and I've never laid
down, but I've made some of them do
it." He lit cigar with self-satisfied
air.
The others said little, though one or
two winked slyly, but all were of the
same mind evidently; for when the
conversation had ended, thoroughly
killed by Blake. they drifted together
in another part of the coach, after
Blake had gone back into one of the
rear coaches.
Say, but that little pup gave me
one gigantic pain. If he saw a bad
man, he'd crawl down his shirt to get
out Of sight. He don't know a gun
from a hole In the ground" one of
L lhCm ACdlCulys
The others concurred.
"This is a deadly tiresome ride.
Can't we get up little excitement,
and make him the goat?" another
asked, eager for some excitement.
They sat in thought for a few mo.
ments, then a young member of the
| group spoke Ap. I've got It! We
ought to make a regular jack of him
to pay him for that hot air, and take
some Of the swelling out of him. What
do you say to this? One of you go
back and fix up kinda rough, you
know, some old duds, get a gun, and
while the trains going slow up the
ridge, come in and hold the bunch
up!"
Brownell, an engineer, was to be
the robber, because he was carrying a
rough suit Of clothes for mountain
work
The train stopped at watering sta.
ton, then began the long hard pull
over the Ridge.
In the smoker all were reading
earnestly except Blake who was look
| ing out the window.
Suddenly door opened and
slammed, and a masked figure stood
before them.
Hands zup!" rang out, sharply in.
tonated.
Every pair of hands went meekly
up; Blake's face was q picture Of sur.
prise
The masked figure came along to
each one. and otediently they yielded
up their worldly goods. AS the rob
Der passed in trent of Blake, he, too
gave up his cash.
cav, come on there Fat" one Of
the men sang out; "he's a bad un-
| give 1t to him!"
A roar Of laughter went up
Brownell slipped off his mask. expos.
ing a grin that went from ear to ear.
"Shut down on the hot air, Beef
he said; "and don't come butting in on
the conversation Of gentlemen unless
you're asked"
Blake was sta ring out Of the win.
dow; he turned, and in a fash he
stood in the aisle, gimlet-eyed and
grim, holding in his hand a black big
Colt-not the toy in his case. "Quick!
hand over that rnon," his words siz.
zled.
81 want that mtt1-it's my joke. now!
or"
Brownell start5d at him with an
angry oath. The gun spat at him,
and the tall figure collapsed into a
seat. AS If in answer ahead and back
OF the smoker, echoed sharp reports.
Blake stopped and rifed Brownell's
pockets. and then one by one he went
to the dazed. dumbfounded men.
The train was at standstill.
Blake passed at the end of the car.
THAT was clever, and I went you one
better. I'm the real thing. The next
time you meet a little Insignificant
cuss like me who wants to entertain
you with a few yarns-take of your
hats!" He wants he'd.
When out of the confusion came or.
der, and a doctor had brought Brow.
nell around and dressed the slight
wound on his shoulder, the silent
group Of men took notes and thought
together.
TITS q regular, planned hold-up;
they had a man In each car. When
they reached certain spot, that was
to be the signal, that was why Blake
was rubbering QUIT of the window, and
threw the bluff that he was scarf;
Int whan he pot there-he-we1I vo,r