The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1912-01-26
CHAPTER xxIV.-(continued.)

A group was gathered about the
body in the rain. a single lantern
giimmering Two or three men had
started down the passageway, and
Keith met them. revoivers drawn and
suspicious.
Who are you?" snapped one
sharply. Were you doing all that
shooting yonder?"
Keith recognized the voice. thank
full that he did so.
Il fired at the fellow. but he got
away onto the prairie reckon you
couldn't have done any better. Bill
Jack Keith" and Hickock's voice
had a new tone. his hand dropping on
the others shoulder. Never was
gladder to meet fellow in my life.
Boys, this is an old deputy OF mine
down in Dodge When be gives up
chasin' a murderer there isn't much
use our tryin Let's go back. and find
out how bad the fellow is hurt While
we're feelin our way. lack. you might
tell us what you know about this at
fair"
1T was Just the flash of gun. and
the man dropped" Keith explained.
briefly. Il was ten or dozen feet
behind. and the fellow fired from un-
der the wagon there He must have
been laying for some ONE reckon.
maybe. it was me-
You? Then it's likely you have
some notion who he was?"
We'll. If have. Bill" and Keith's
lips were set tight. I'm not liable to
tell you. II it's the lad | think likely.
I'll attend to the case myself You
understandable is my personal af-
fair"
Hickock nodded his hand again
pressing the others shoulder
Sure, Jack. if you teeI that way
There's enough doing here in Sheri-
dan to keep marshal reasonably
matters. rather reckon you can
take care of yourself. but If you need
me. old boy. I'm always right here on
the job. You know that
i do, Bill. and appreciate it."
The group about the motionless
body fell away. and made room for the
marshal. the last man to rise saying
soberly:
He's dead all right. Hickock. |
guess he never knew what hit him
Good shootin'. too. dark as 1t is here /"
Had the range fixed. likely" re-
turned the marshal. That's what
makes 1t look like 1t was arranged
for"
He bent down. striving to distin-
guish the dead mans features turned
up to the drizzle. but the night re-
vealed only the faintest outline.
Anybody know him?" There was
no response. cnly shuf1ing of feet
In the mud Here. you man with the
lantern. hold 1t over where | can see.
There. that is better. Now, you feI-
lows take look. and see If some OF
you can't name the poor devil"
They glanced down, one after tho
other. over Bills shoulder. shading
their eyes from the rain SO as to see
clearer. The light of the Pickering
lantern streamed full on the CHASTITY
face. but each man shook his head
and passed on. Keith hung back, hop
Ing some one would identify the body.
and not make 1t necessary for him 10
take part in the grewsome task. 1t
was not likely to be any one he knew.
and besides. he felt the man had died
In his stead. and he dreaded to look
upon the stricken face When the last
OF the group had drifted back out OF
the radius of light. Hickock looked up
and saw him
Here, Jack" he said. gravely. you
better try-you might know him"
Keith bent over and looked down
AS he did so his heart seemed to rise
choking into his throat. and a blur
obscured his sight. He swept a hand
over his eyes and dropped on his
knees into the mud beside the body.
staring speeChless into the white face.
the stghtless eyes. Hickock watch
Ing him closely and gripped his arm
What IS it? Do you know him."
My Goo. yes: Fred Willoughby!"