The Prescott daily news., 1915-06-04

At the cc3& of San Jacinto noun tain. on the upper level" Gallon stam mered
 Get your horses, boys" ordered the sheriff
 It was not but few minutes until the posse, Gallon riding stolidly on an 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 a wash a panting. grooming man was crawling on his belly toward the solitary light which marked Vale Vista. Nor did Gallon. dumbly riding toward the darkness which hid the scene of his crime, real ize that Wilkerson was within ten yards of him as they splashed through the stream.
 Then suddenly appeared in the sky spot of white, which spread until tbe murk of the night had turned to dusk.
 well thank God it's daylight" said the sheriff to Gallon. "I guess we can get your partner all right now" And even as he spoke the dusk suddenly be came enriched by the light of the sun rising in the east The moment it struck the brass on his pony's bride Gallon involuntarily refined in ThrougN his bliStered lips he muttered: Gold Ruth!
 Inquiring eyes were turned on him The sheriff showed his horse over and asked. What gold2'
 At the same instant came the deputy on the other side of him
 Say. chief he says there was no gold"
 A sinewy arm reached out and took I 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 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 loca tion 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 blood stained blanket
 '"rhere has been trouble" he said abruptly Then he turned on Gallon.
 "Why is this coffee hot?" he said lifting up the pot The brusque tones of the sheriff cut the silence that fol lowed.
 "l don't see your man. l don't under stand this. You are under arrest-for the murder of''- He looked at Gallon, and tlse old man involuntarily said "Wilkerson."
 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 if repeating by rote, ''The outlaws got him"
 When the full moon had risen and the night life of the desert had begun grotesque life. built of feeting forms and bizarre shadows, the sheriff called halt up the canyon. On one side of the gulley on which they were camped the sherfff's men had built fire. Itwas against rock which rose whitely under the moon Gallon saw his chance. He worked his way to the fire and in spite of the h4al Ei L. .l.