The Sunday telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1914-1927, 1915-04-25

voiTer, swinging loosely In its dusty
holster on his right hip. was his only
weapon: otherwise. except for the sill
ver-plated badge on the lapel or his
open vest, he was lnarmed.
We come for you, Dutch, was the
deputy's quiet greeting. when barely
three yards was between them.
The hi you have Davis tone
was distinctly host What right
have you got hu+tif in over here.
You're off your ff-l rs Mister Sheriff.;
!. We amt in Wyoming now; we'ra
across the line in Montana That
thing" he pointed disdainfully at the
officers badge, faint worth cuss In
this8countrv.
Il know it," was the soft-voiced re-
tort. and very deliberately Morgan un-
pinned the badge and tossed it out. In.
to the street. II didn't come as an Of
fcer, but as a man. Davis" he went
on, tand you're going back into Wyo-
ming with me not because I've got the
law back of me. but because I'm a bet
ter man than you are" N.
Davis laughed scnrnfully.
Talks cheap, he remarked, Tan,
for a man that was left for dead no
longer ago than last night. must say
you're long-winded. Better be careful.
though. I amt a patient man. an next
7 s
That time has come then. Davis.
You go back to Wyoming with ma
peaceab1e-and the horses you brought
with you-or we shoot It, out here and
now. Suit yourself. but remember
that I'm watching you this time.
The .rustler flushed dull pink.
What odds does that make?" he de-
manded, in a rasping snarl. ou
don't figure I'm scared, do YOU? IF IE
1-f-r1,f
heard you was in town an hour back"
Were wasting time, was the dep
uty.s comment. and I'm in a hurry.
We've got long ride ahead OF us.
Dutch. Are you coming peaceable, or
not?
mo. d n you!" Davis snarled. sud-
denly losing control OF himself. IT
you must have 1t, take it. YOU Nv It'll
motion so incredibly swift that the h
onlookers could not follow It, he \
reached for lis guns III
pened after that It was all e blur.
OF speed. General opinion was. how
ever, that as Davis drew. Morgan
sprang to one side. and the holster on
his hip seemed to explode, SO quickly
was his weapon drawn and fred. For
an instant Davis stared stupidity. then
doubling like a jackknife, he pitched
forward onto the ground.
Morgan slid his revolver back into
It's resting-place and stopped over the
fallen man. After brief examination
he dtsarmed him, and turned to e.
5bystander who had come across the
street to stand and cape c1riously.
Get me a pail of water the depu.
ty ordered CURLY.
81 When the man returned with bTim-E
ming hucketfu OF cold water Morgan
dashed it over the rustier.s head and
shoulders and then leaned back
against convenient hitching-post
Idly contemplating his unconscious
victim. he made a cigarette and be-
gan to smoke slowly, his face as placid
and emotionless as wood.
Some time later Davis stirred u11r8
easily and sat up. For a moment he
looked about In a dazed fashion, them;
as his glance fell on his motionlesss
guard and conpreh ension flashed over
him. he began TO swear steadily and
2fuently. He was pausing to catch his
breath. when Morgan, still calm and
impassfve, Strengthened up. VII, sggs
Come on. Dutch, n be ordered, i hoist
ing the fallen outlaw to bis feet with
jerk. Yon amt hurt much. That
headache will pass of IN time me
did. Let's go round up those cayusess
and hit the back trail" az