The watchman and southron. [volume] (Sumter, S.C.) 1881-1930, 1912-05-29
CHAPTER XIX.
Prisoners.

IN the race or Betty'S indignant pro-
test SlossOn and the man named
Bunker climbed into the carriage.
Don't you be scared, ma'am," said
the tavern-keeper, who smelt strongly
of whisky. II wouldn't lift nv hand
agin no good-looking female except
in kindness"
How dare you stop my carriage?"
cried Betty with a very genuine an
ger which for the moment dominated
all her other emotions. She struggled
to her feet, but Slosson put out a
heavy hand and thrust her back.
There now," he urged soothingly.
why make a fuss! We amt going
to harm you; we wouldn't for no sum
OF money. Drive on, Jim-drive like
hell!" This last was addressed to
the man who had taken Georges place
on the box, where fourth member
OF SlossOn's band had forced the
coachman down into the narrow space
between the seat and dashboard, and
was holding pistol to his head while
he sternly enjoined silence.
With a word to the horses Jim
swung about and the carriage rolled
of through the night at a breskneck
pace. Betty's shaking hands drew
Hannibal closer to her side as she
felt the surge of her terrors rise with.
In her. Who were these men-where
could they be taking her-and for
what purpose? The events OF the past
week linked themselves In tragic Sc
quence in her mind. What was 1t
she had to fear? Was it Tom for
whom these men were acting? Tom
who would profit greatly by her dis
appearance or death!
They swept past the entrance at
Belle Plain, past break In the wall
OF the forest where the pale light OF
stars showed Betty the corntieid she
and Hannibal had but lately crossed,
and then on into pitchy darkness
again. She clung to the desperate
hope that they might meet some one
on the road, when she could cry out
and give the alarm. She held herself
In readiness for this, but there was
only the steady pounding of the big
bays as Jim with voice and whip
urged them forward. At last he alb
ruptly checked them. and Bunker and
Slosson sprang from their seats.
Get down, ma'am!" said the lat.
ter.
Where are you taking me?" asked
Betty, in voice that shook in spite
of her efforts to control 1t.
"You must hurry, ma'am," urged
Slosson impatiently.
II won't move until I know where
you intend taking mel" said Betty.
III l am to die"
Mr.. Slosson laughed loudly and in.
diligently.
"You amt. If you don't want to
walk, I'm man enough TO to tote you.
We amt far to go, and I've tackled
jobs Id heap less heart TO- in my
time," he concluded gallantly. From
the opposite side of the carriage
Bunker swore nervously. He desired
to know If they were to stand there
talking all night. shut your filthy
mouth. Bunker, and see you keep tight
hold OF that young ripstaver," said
Slosson. Hes a perfect eel-I've
had dealings with him afore!"
you tried to kill my Uncle Bob
at the tavern, you and Captain Muir
rell. I heard you, and I seen you drag
him to the river!" cried Hannibal.
Slosson gave a start of astonish-
ment at this.
why, amt he hateful?" he ex-
claimed aghast. See here, young
feller, that's no kind of a way TO- you
to talk to a man who has riz his
ten chlldren!"
Again Bunker swore, while Jim told
Slosson to make haste. This popular
clamor served to recall the tavern
keeper to a sense Of duty.
"Ma'am, like should tote you, or
will you walk?" he inquired. and
reaching out his hand took hold OF
Betty.
"Ill walk" said the girl quickly.
shrinking from the contact
Keep close at my heels. Bunker.
SOu tuCh oiOuS dIlcI ucT WIN the
boy"
What about this nigger?" asked
the fourth man.
Fetch him along with u.s." said
SlossOn. They turned from the road
while he was speaking and entered
narrow path that led off through the
woods, apparently In the direction OF
the river. A moment later Betty
heard the carriage drive away. They
went onward in silence for Nttle
time, then Slosson spoke over his
shoulder.
Yes, ma'am, I've riz ten children.
but none Of 'em was like him
trained 'em up to the minute!" MIR.
Slosson seemed to have passed COM
pletely under the spell of his domes-
tic recOllections. for he continued