Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1914-12-16

So this cavalcade made its way
through the fresh California dawn
until there was a sudden break In the
mesa. The deputy threw out his hand.
There are a hundred gulches in these
mountains. Which one Is it, pardnerT'
At the word 'pardner" Gallon pulled
himself together. The glitter Of the
brass on the horses headstall and that
word. Should he tell them the location
of that gulch? The stroke of one
horses hoof might disclose the mother
lode, and yet he had told them the out.
laws had killed Wilkerson.
His horse stumbled and threw him.
When he got up he ~gropingly pointed
his hands toward the hills and NUT.
tered. THAT way. boys-that's where
they got him."
Half an hour later the posse was
grouped about the dead fire, and the
sheriff was staring at a blood stained
blanket %' ="
There has been trouble" he said
abruptly. Then he turned on Gallon.
"Why Is this coffee hot2" be said.
lifting up the pot The brusque tones
Of the sheriff cut the silence that fol.
lowed. 4
II don't see your man. I don't under.
stand this. You are under arrest-for
the murder off, He looked at Gallon.
and the old man involuntarily said.
"Wilkerson." g
All day the sheriff. with Gallon, his
arms pinioned behind him, searched
the gullies and gulches for the man
whose blood stained blanket they had
found. The old man. taciturn as ever,
merely said. as II repeating BY rote,
1.-THE outlaws got him" .ar.s.
When the full moon had risen and
the night life Of the desert had begun,
grotesque life, built Of fleeing forms
and bizarre shadows, the sheriff called
a halt up the canyon. ' ."r e..
On one side Of the gulley on which
they were camped the sher1n's men
had built a fire. 1t was against q rock,
which rose whitley under the moon.
Gallon saw his chanca He worked
his way to the fire and In spite Of the
pain held his hands out over the blaze
until be felt the strands Of the rope
weaken and finally part
A moment later he was making bis
way to where the horses were tied.
He leaped upon the nearest one and
within a second was on his way down
the hill into the mist which filed the
valley. ~
But the noise Of his horses hoofs on
the rough shale of the hillside awak.
ened the guard. IL " -.
II think I will have a cup Of coffee"
he said to himself sleepily and slug.
gishly stretched himself. A moment
later he flung the empty coffeepot into
the darkness "sherir," he cried, she's
gone!"
The sheriff lifted his lanky form al
IT by a single movement "Wbo's
gone" he yelled. - 81" " VI
"That man, Gallon" replied the
guard.
I'VE must get him, boysr' the sherin
said. They rode to the edge of the hill
and looked down into an irldescent sea
of mist, a mere pool of curdling moon.
shine.
Hes got away from as. boys" said
the sheriff "We'u never ind bin
there" 1' "s.' 4'7 49,
Gallon rode quickly on, no longer
seeking for a light. but for darkness,
and yet as he felt the pony culver IN.
der him he himself felt a strange trem.
or-Wiikerson was still alive-some.
where behind that veil was bis enemy
and the nan who knew Ike location Of
the richest mine In all golden Califot.
MIA. Z"
Mission Street pier marks the point
on the San Francisco water front where
sooner or later every q In this world
passes. and among the multitudes
strange. subdued and unsubdued BY
the tremendous forces which make our
civilization. Gallon found himself abso.
iutely unobserved in this throng-he
was q be hoped to be. Berthed al
the pier was a steamship. quartermas.
tiers at the gangway, and a sign hung
on the rail saying. I'VE san ut o:4s
p m."
When he reached his cabin Gallon
stealthily took out from his pocket q
folded paper and looked At It He laid
It on the white covering Of the bunh
and once 0 dipped Into Ills Jacket
This time it was The ptctnre ofa gkt