Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1912-12-08
rode out from behind a boulder and
shouted, Hands uni"


toward his rifle lying across his lap.
but one OF the men showed a pistol In
his face with a growl, and German.
with a groan. also raised his hands,
Nerves" had ducked into the bottom
Of the blackboard at the first com.
mand,
".,nd now that money you've got"
one OF the men said, still covering us,
while the other reached for the two
rifles
/ ! was just pm ing my hand under
/ the seat for the money and mentally
kicking both Gorman and myself for
not having foreseen some such attempt
on the part of the Daleheld people,
though It was still hard to believe
that they would carry matters 10 such
an extent, when from the side OF the
road came second command.
Drop that gun, Johnson did
not recognize the voice, which was
not nj all surprising considering the
amount OF excitement that was
crowded into the next few seconds.
The two men wheeled and sent two
shots In the direction of the voice.
II was the needed diversion. Our
mules sprang forward aud ! grabbed
the lines, trying TO keep them In the
narrow path which served for road,
while German seized his rife and sent
half dozen shots in the direction Of
the horsemen.
II was not until we were within n
quarter OF mile Of camp that ! was
able to bring the frightened mules to
Il standstill. Nixon and 1ye or six
Norwegans had already started out
to meet us, and together we went
back along the road
There was no sign Of the two horse.
men, but at the side OF the boulder,
Nixon stumbled across body. He
struck a match and held II near the
face.
by the Eternal, II # isn't
'Nerves!'" he calculated.
No" German said slowly, lust a
plain case of nerve"
The plucky little beggar had
slipped out of the back of the buck
board unseen, stolen over to the side
of the road, and unarmed, command.
ed two desperate men to throw up
their hands.
For a wonder. he didn't die. We
managed to get him back to camp be-
fore he blcd to death, and a doctor
from the Junction did the rest. BY
the night Of the fifteenth, Nerves"
was able to read two telegrams which
German brought in for his inspection.
The first German had sent, and II
read:
Have finished Do I VIM"
The other was from the girl, and
"Nerves's" face lighted up with a
peculiar smile, as he read It.
"You win. Gold bless Nerves." It
said.
Nerves" Is now forty years old.
and assistant general manager of one
of the Western lines He has never
married, and have often wondered
but no, | suppose not. That would
SAVIOR too much of romance for real
life.
(CopWi0ht The Frank A. hunSep Coz
land then suspicious. When It was en-.
tlrely dark he re-entered his house, un-
locked a drawer and took out his re-.
yolyer. 1t was just as well to be eau
tlous. Then he tlptoed across the va
cant ground separating his house from
Schwencker's.
The Germans house was distin-
gulshed from every other house in Bon
doukou In that ii had window-not q.
window with glass, but a square hole
covered with palmthatch shutter.
Toward this the Frenchman cautiously
made his way. The familiar sounds
and smells Of the jungle village came.
to him, and then the halfforgotten
odor of geranlums and the scratching
Of pen on paper. 1t was almost as
though he were back in France.
He peered through a crevice in the
thatch, aud saw Schwencker seated at
his table writing by the light Of a can
die. Scattered over the table were
the contents Of the packet he had re-
ceiyed that day, and there, at the side
Of the candle, was a revolver. The
Frenchman peered alertly at Schwenck-
er himself. What he saw startled him.
Never had he seen such sadness in the
face Of man. What was 1t? What was
the matter with him? Was he sick?
Had someone died? Again the odor
OF geraniums came TO him, and Durand
felt vaguely homesick.
But just then he saw something that
startled him more than ever. The
ierman had picked up his revolver with
a sigh, and was pointing it at his own
temple. "Ach, GOuW he was murmur-
Ing. "Ach, GoH"
Durand's waverlng hatred and cyni-
cism fed from his heart before an in
rush Of fellow feeling. Wait Waltw
he beloved "I-I-ah, nom de n0ntr'
He had forgotten his English. "Un
momeni Un moment" He stormed
around to the front Of the house, and
a second or two later was holding
Schwencker's revolver In a grip OF
steel
you are bete you are JeteP hd
painted. Fool FOOL" Then he con.
tinued: "When l had something to
tell you. l 20 back to Paris. My
company wishes to see me. You have
}oudoukou all to yourself. pull down
my flag"
Schwencber's voice sounded like a
sob. But Bondoukou vas Frenchw
he cried.
Durand's Jaw dropped IN amazement.
SO that was why Bondoukou was
/ French This dirty Cod -foraaEau