Bisbee daily review., 1914-01-08

think of your future home
 Dale signaled. Coming.
 "Tell Dale" says Whiskers, and his bereaved voice kind cf jared me now, we're just goin' to keep a gun at your ear.bole while we march up she trail If Dale's men fire, your wife will be 8 widow, Mir. smith,"
 At that I wagged my arms and sig naled. "No call to get wet. Hold-ups marching to Georgia. Kill man with run If you miss, ware Widow Smith, You see if Dale squinted and missed my widow was apt to reproach. So ] added. Allow windage for squint."
 Dale answered, You bet your life ] will.'
 Then swung round facing the cabin, and saw the barrel of my own revolver just peering round the door. By it's height from the ground 1 judged that poor young Ginger was the artist I wished 1t had been Bull, for I'd taken a fancy to Ginger.
 Well, gents" says I. "your umbrel- las is in the hat rack. All aboard for Robbers Roost, and don't forget the lunch"
 Whiskers wanted me into tho cabin. but I'd taken dislike to catgut, sc Ginger got orders to shoot me Al that fared up. Shoot" says I, "you skulking towards, scared to show your noses at the door. Hold your off ear Whiskers. Charge, you curs!"
 The chief came first, straight at me and seemed to climb over my foot or to his nose. Mir. Bull Brooke got hurt on the nose too. and I'd just time tc hand the greaser left handler behind the ear, before went down on tor of whiskers. and the four of us rolled in heap. learned when was . sailor how to argue.
 Then I struggled, dragging my oil' of robbers on sideways, SO that tt keep us covered with the gun. poo Ginger showed his red head in thu doorway. It was his life or mine, ye when the.shot rang out from across th' river. and I saw the lad come crashing
 to the ground, felt sort of sick. O
 course that shot slackened the grip o the three robbers, so I wrenced loose struck hard. and jumped high, gain ing the north wall of the cabin. Whei
 l turned round. our boys across tn i, river were pouring hot lead after tn robbers as they dived through the doc
 of the shack. Ginger sprawled dea on the doorstep. and my gun, six pace , of, lay in the dust. The robbers wer
 disarmed, and l was free.
 Say, whiskers," I called. q wan , to save your lives. you and the greasel Come and throw up your hands befor
 you're hurt"
 There was no answer. Rocky Mour , tain outlaws may be mean and baC
 but they fight like Americans, an l they know how to die. I'd only on j way left to force their surrender. an
 save their lives. SO I hustled brusl
 wood, cordwood. coal oil from the she, piled up the fuel. and got a sulphu match from the bunch in my hin l. pocket.
 { "Boys," called, "Old Brown sol q of values this place. It's all the hom l. he's got, and 1t ain't insured" fl No answer.
 e The little flame lep' up and caugf q the brushwood. the cracking lifted { n a roar. and the robbers must surel e know that their time was come. for ], they showed at the door they woul t be shot. grabbed my sun from tn n ground to stop our boys from firinl n Then shouted above the noise of th
 flames. Come out and throw up you A hands!" rrn
 s They came. poor fellows. and l mad a them prisoners, marching them dow n to the ferry.