Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-07

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 Get your horses. boys" ordered the
 sheriff
 lt was not but a few minutes untn the posse, Gallon riding stoldly on an 1 extra horse. was scampering through the streets toward the mountains. now absolutely dark. as the moon had set Sheriff Hawkins was not aware that as they crossed wash painting. groaning man was crawling on his 1 belly toward the solitary light which
 marked Valle Vista Nor did Gallon. ] dumbly riding toward the darkness l which bid Che scene of his crime. real ize that Wnkerson was within ten yards of him as they splashed through ! the stream.
 Then suddenly appeared in the sky spot or white. which spread until the murk of the night had turned to dusk. Well, thank God it's daylight" said | the sheriff to Gallon. 'T guess we can l get your partner an right now" And 1 even as he spoke the dusk suddenly be ] came enriched by Che light of the sun ! rising in the elst The moment ir | struck the brass on his pony's bridle | Gallon involuntarily refined in Through his bllstered lips he muttered: "Goldi ] Ruthr'
 1 lnquirlng eyes were turned on him. ! The sheriff showed his horse over and asked. 'What gold2" At tbe same instant came the deputy on the other side of him
 Say chief be says there was no gold"
 A sinewy arm reached out and took Gallons gun away from him. 'I think [ better keep this" said the sheriff. his dark countenance growing stern.
 So this cavalcade made its way through the fresh California dawn until there was a sudden brenk in the mesa. The deputy threw out his hand. "Thcre are a hundred gulches in these mountains. Which one is it, pardnerY'
 At Che word ''parduer" Gallon pulled himself together. The glitter of the brass on the horses hcadstau and that word. Should he fell 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 Wukerson
 His horse stumbled and threw him. When he got up he gropiugly pointed his hands toward the hills and nut. tered, That way. boys-thats where they got him"
 Half an hour later the posse was grouped about the dead fire, and the sheru was staring at a blood stained blanket
 "ihere has been trouble" he said abruptly Then he turned on Gallon.
 "Why is this coffee hotY" he said uitlng up the pot The brusque tones of the sheriff cut the silence that fol- lCepd.
 'l don't see your man don't under. stand this You are under urrest-for the murder oT,- He looked at Gallon and the old man nvoluutaruy said "WUEersou."
 All day che sheriff. with Gallon. bis arms pinl0ncd behind him. searched Che cuIHes and eulchc- for the man whose blood stained blanket they had found The old man. taciturn as ever. merely said. as if repeating by rote. The outlaws got him."
 When the fun moon had risen and the night life of Che desert had becun srotesque life. built of deetng forms and bizarre shadows, the sheriff called a halt up the canyon.
 On one side Of Che gulley on which they were camprd the shorins mon had built a Ere lt was against a rock which rose whitcly under the moon Gallon saw his chance He worked his way to the fire and In spite Of the pain held his hands out over the blaze until he felt the strands of the rope weaken and finally part
 moment later he. was making his 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 dlled the valley.
 But the noise Of his horse's hoofs on the rough shale Of the hillside awak . ened the guard
 "I think | win have a cup Of coffee" ! be said to himself sleepily bud slug. gishly stretched himself A moment later he flung the empty concepot into !. the darkness "Sherin." |" he cried. "he's . goner
 The sheriff lifted bis lanky form as if by a single movement "Who's . goueF" he yelled.
 "rhat man, Gallon" replied the guard
 We must get him. boysr The sheriff said They rode to the edge of Che bin and looked down into an irldescent sea of mist a mere pool of curdlug moon. shine
 Hes got away from us. boys" said the sheriff "Well never find him there"
 Gallon rode quickly on. no longer seeking for light but for darkupss and yet as he felt the pony Quiver un- der him he himself felt a strange trem. 0r-Wilkers0n was suu auye-some. where behind that veil was his enemy and the man who knew the location of the richest mine in an golden Callfor. uil.
 Mission Street pier marks the point on the San Francisco water front where sooner or later every one iu this world passes and among the multmdcs strange. subdued and uusubdued by the tremendous forces which make our Gallon found himself absO-