Bisbee daily review., 1914-01-08
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mind. and sends ones apIomb to hazes. just when bear trap may happen at any moment. l travelled for all was worth to put that widow be hind me. and compose my mind.
 Maybe I'd gone mile before re. morse gnawed whiskerv because he'd abandoned the widow He paused, and as l come surging along. he damned me over the head with a gun.
 Yes, l was captured. They got my gun, too, and marched me along be tween them. old man Brown was away. but as I'd left the scow on the near bank, the robbers were able to cross, and put the Fraser between me and rescue. That ought to have checred him up since 1t gave them a start of several hours toward safety. but instead of skinning out of British Columbia, as l advised them with pow erful strong talk, they'd got to stop for breakfast on old Browns beans and sow-beily. cussing most plenteous be- cause he wasn't there to cook hot biscuits.
 After breakfast they wasted an hour dressing hls 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 a lot of etiquette out of my book. I told these misbegotten of. spring they'd been brung up all wrong. or they'd have enough department to make tracks. "Now." says l, ''in the land of the free and the home of the brave you been appreciated. whereas if you finger here till sunup you'll be shot"
 That made poor whiskers still more suspicious, wondering what sort oi beartraps guileful Smith was project ing. Wants to get us up on the bench," says he. that means ware traps. We'll stay right here, boys. fol daylight, when we'll be able to see our selves, how to save them cattle"
 You're dead night, Whiskers!" sayt I. Hair on youl"
 But he being fretful with his wound orders his men to disable Browns fiddle. and lash me up with catgut Moreover, when I was trussed, thii Bull seen it to kick me on the of | chance, a part which ain't referred {, in polite society, especially with [ boot.
 Brave mani" says I, and the res of them robbers was SO ashamed the, got me a gag.
 Sorry" say l. "pity won't be abl to guide you to Browns cigars. HI keeps a bottle, too"
 Where are they?" says Bull.
 Gag Brooke" said l, for Bull wen by that name, land I'll divulge th drinks"
 Gag Brooke" says whiskers. cheer ing up little. pity ne weren't borl gagged"
 So they gagged Mir. Brooke. an mounted him on sentry while they ha Browns bottle of whisky and cigars got some, too.
 Of course there or'nary, no-accoun range wolves reckoned my friend would walt for day before they a tempted tracking Whereas Dale go the lantern, found my paper trail, an guessed at the ferry. Before we CT tered the cabin, I'd seen the glint C that lantern behind the rim of tn bench. and knew our boys truste at the ferry-house. Whiskers. sine the liquor made his wound wors, lurched groaning around the shack. 4 the first glint of dawn. he.ordered Bu to take out the gag and lie down, the went to the door himself.
 It's a pity that Dale, our leader. sure fine shot, has slight cast in h near~eye. which throws his lead littleJAs the right. That's why, whe Whiskers went to the door, Dale's bu let only whipped of his left ear. | stead of being grateful. Whiskel skipped around holding the side { his face, with remarks which for poor man was extravagant. The sh' made Bull bolt courageous behind u stove, to look for a bandage, he sal while Ginger and the greaser sat | on their tails lookins sort of d pressed. Not one of the four VI, 
 happy on finding that they'd botti, themselves in the cabin instead of ta ing my advice and clearing for u States.
 Prisoner" said Wh.skers, dolesom holding his poor ear, you can talk
 your friends acrost the river?"
 Why, certainly, Captain" What way?"
 Signaling"
 "Cut the catgut. Colonel" So Ginger cut me free. Show white flag. General" said So Ginger waved paper on a stic and Dale replied with a white sea from his neck.
 When walked out, the boys aero the river gave three cheers. but VI ] halted from behind before I'd got f sideways, "Now," says Whisker
 signal, and pray that you won't tempted to send erroneous messages Remember" Bull shouts. "J c; read Morse. No fooling." All right, Mir. Brooke" call, back, then I'll use semaphore." heard Whiskers in tears directil his two youngsters to put Mir. Brooke head in the meal sack, and sit ha | nm fon go I baDau n .afgnal axnlaI