News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1913-08-27

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| near bank, the robbers were able to
cross, and put the Fraser between me
| and rescue. That ought to have
cheered him up since it gave them a
start of several hours toward safety,
but instead of skinning out of British
Columbia, as / advised them with pow
srful strong talk, they'd got to stop for
breakfast on old Browns beans and
sow-belly, cussing most plenteous be-
cause he wasn't there to cook hot
biscuits.
After breakfast they wasted an hour
dressing his paw for old Whiskers,
and wondering whether they'd waste
one of my cartridges on me, or keep
them all for my friends. On that I
divulged lot Of etiquette out of my
book. told these misbegotten Off
spring they'd been brung up all wrong.
Or they'd have enough department to
make tracks. 'Now," says I, Gin the
land of the free and the home of the
brave you been appreciated, whereas
IL you linger here till sunup you'll be
shot"
That made poor Whiskers still more
suspicious, wondering what sort of
beartraps guileful Smith was project
ing. Wants to get us up on the
BENCH" says he, that means ware
traps. Well stay right here, boys, for
daylight, when we'll be able to see our
selves, how to save them cattle"
you're dead right, Whiskers!" says
|. Hair on you'll
But he being fretful with his wound,
orders his men to disable Browns
fiddle, and lash me up with catgut.
Moreover, when l was trussed, this
Bull seen fit to kick me on the off
chance, a part which amt referred to
in polite society, especially with
boot.
"Brave mani" says I, and the rest
of them robbers was so ashamed they
got me a gag.
Sorry" say I, "pity I won't be able
to guide you to Browns cigars. He
keeps bottle, too"
where are they?" says Bull.
Gag Brooke" said I, for Bull went
by that name, "and I'll divulge the
drinks"
Gag Brooke" says Whiskers, cheer
ing up little, pity ne weren't born
gagged"
So they gagged Mr.. Brooke, and
mounted him on sentry while they had
Browns bottle of whisky and cigars.
I got some, too.
OF course there Urinary, no-account,
range wolves reckoned my friends
would wait for day before they at
tempted tracking. Whereas Dale got
the lantern, found my paper trail, and
guessed at the ferry. Before we en-
tered the cabin, I'd seen the CLINT Of
that lantern behind the rim of the
bench, and I knew our boys trusted
me to keep the robbers somehow down
at the ferry-house. Whiskers, since
the liquor made his wound worse,
lurched groaning around the shack. At
the first CLINT of dawn, heoordered Bull |
to take out the gag and lie down, then
went to the door himself.
It's a pity that Dale, our leader, a
sure fine shot, has slight cast in his
near eye, which throws his lead a
little to the right. That's why, when
Whiskers went to the door, Dale's bull |
let only whipped off his left ear. In
stead of being grateful, Whiskers
skipped around holding the side of |
his face, with remarks which for a
poor man was extravagant. The shot |
made Bull bolt courageous behind the
stove, to look for bandage, he said, |
while Ginger and the greaser sat up |
on their tails looking sort of de-
pressed. Not one of the four was
happy on finding that they'd bottled |
themselves in the cabin instead of TAX
ing my advice and clearing for the
States.
Prisoner" said Whiskers, dolesome,
holding his poor ear, you can talk to
your friends acrost the river?"
why, certainly, Captain"
what way?"
signaling"
"Cut the catgut, Colonel"
So Ginger cut me free.
"Show a white flag, General" said I.
So Ginger waved a paper on a stick,
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