Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-06-30

on top. SO began tossigna1, explain
Ing each word to Whiskees.
Swim. That" rays / @nsans
Pool. ''rAaes .1ool,'s says I -.
cause he don't gtve the answer"
Below. That's Hello"
Rapids. ~That's Hello again.
"You lie" says whiskeFs. miserable
through his teeth. You made ok let.
ters."
Sorry" says I. 1T got spslt wrong
dfst time"
Float "That's skunk. says I. 10,
cause he's q polecat not to answer me. "
Guns.
whats that!' asked WHISPERS,
heaps suspicious because I couldn't
think Of anothar word Of four letterA
"Hell!S says !.
"Quite right" sighed Whishseay ITO
think Of your future home"
Dale sisnaled. Coming.
TELL Dale" ray. Whiskers. and his
bereaved voice kind Of Jared me now,
we're Just goin' to keep gun ct your
earAhole while We march up the trail.
II Dale's men fire. your wife will be q
widow, Mr.. Smith"
At that I wasged my arms and zig.
mailed. mo call to get wet Hold.ups
marching to Georgia. Kill man with
gun. II you miss. ware Widow Smith. -
You see II Dale squinted and missed.
my widow was apt to reproach. So
added, ALLOW windage for squint."
Dale answered. You bet your h6e I
Wnl."
Then swung round facing tho
cabin. and saw the barrel Of my own
revolver just peerins round the door.
BY it, height from the ground Judged
that poor young Ginger was the artist.
I wished It had been Bull, for I'd taken
. fancy to Ginger.
well, gents" says !, '.your umbrel-
las IL in the hat rack. All aboard
for Robbers' Roost, and don't forget
the lunch"
Whiskers wanted the into the cabin.
but I'd taken q dislike to catgut, so
Ginger got orders to shoot me- At
that Jared up. SHOOT" says I. you
skulking towards, scared to show your
noses at the door. Hold your on ear.
Whiskers. Charge, you curs!"
Tho chief came first, straight at me.
and seemed to climb over my foot on
to his nose. Mr.. Bull Brooke got hurt
on the nose too. and I'd just time to
hand the greaser Q left handler behind
the ear. before I went down on top
OF Whiskers, and the four Of ~ rolled
In a heap. I learned when Was q
sailor how to argue.
Then ! struggled, dragging my pile
Of robbers OF sideways, 90 that to
keep US covered with the gun, poor
Ginger showed his red head In the
doorway. It was his life or mine, yet
when theshot rang out from across the
river, and saw the lad come crashing
to the ground, felt sort OF sick. OF
course that shot slackened the grip d
the three robbers, 50 wrenced loose,
struck hard, and Jumped high, gain
ing the north wall Of the cabin. When
turned round. our boys across the
river we're pouring hot lead after the
robbers as they dived through the door
Of the shack. Ginger sprawled dead
on the doorstep. and my gun, six PAGES
on. lay In the dust. The robbers were
disarmed, and was free.
"Say, Whiskers." called. Fl want
to save your lives, you and the greaser
Come and throw up your hands before
you're hurt,
There was no answer. Rocky Noun.
tain outlaws may be mean and bad.
but they fight like Americans, and
they know how to die. I'd only one
way left to force their surrender. and
save their lives, so hustled brush
wood, cordwood, coal oil from the shed,
piled up the fuel, and got sulphur
match from the bunch in my hind
pocket.
'Boys." called, "Old Brown sort
Of values this place. It's all the home
he's got. and 1t amt insured"
No answer.
The little flame lep' up and caught
the brushwood. the cracking lifted to
roar, and the robbers must surely
know that their time was come. for II
they showed at the door they would
be shot. I grabbed my gun from the
ground to stop our boys from firing.
Then l shouted above the noise Of the
flames, Come out and throw up your
handsl"
They came. poor fellows. and made
them prisoners, marching them down
to the ferry.
(To Be Continued.)
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