The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-11-03

bunch will try to make a run for it. You jump inside and I'll be after you like q shot. We'll lock ourselves in'-
 Hey. AIizzoo!' shouted vo:ce from the crowd, bring out that old cuss. Drag him to the platform, we want to hear what he's. got to say"
 Say, Mr. Sheriff! Tell him if he won't come to us, we'll go to him. We've got to knaw where Brick Will locks hiding. and that's all about it.''
 s'Sure!" growled a third. What kind of a town is this anyway? A refuge for highwaymeh and murderers?"
 A struggle took place at the foot of the stairs, not so good naturedly as heretofore. A reasoning voice was heard: Just let me say word to the boys
 ssYIsv' called others, t1et's hear himr'
 There was a surging forward, and man was lifted literally over the heads of tire three deputies. He reached the platform breathless, disheveled, but tri- Kinba1rs band.
 Mizzoo, mistaking his coming for a general rush, had hastily relocked the ! door,! and he and. -Wilfred defended , themselves with drawn revolvers.
 ssI afn't up here to do no harm" call ed the ex-highwayman. '1 afn't got the spirit for warfare. My chief is killed, my parls is dead Even that in nocent stage driver what knew nothing of us is killed in the attack that Brick WiIIock made on us in the dark and behind our backs. How're you going to grow when the whole world knows you ain't nothing but den of snakes You may claim it's all Brick N01lock. say if he's bigger than the town, if i. he murders and stabs and yoh can't help it, then the town ain't as good as him. My Hfe's in danger l don't know if I'll draw another breath. What kind of a reputation IS that for you to send abroad? There's Aa- man in this jail can tell you where WilIoclz's 8 hiding. Good dayi''
 The speaker was down the steps in two leaps, and the deputies drew aside to let him pass out. Civic pride, above all, civic ambition, had been touched to the quick. A hoarse roar. followed the speech, and cries for Bill grew frantic NIizzoo, afraid to unlock the door, stared at Wilfred in perplexity.
 q told you they had civilization on the brain,' he muttered. .The old times are past. -daresn't make d move toward that lock-
 "Drop the keys behind you-IsI get 'em, , Wilfred murmured. '.Step lit tie forward Say something to 'ern.''
 'tAin't got nothing to say,'' growled Aizzoo, glaring at the mob. These boys are in the right of it; that's how l feel-cuss that obstinate old bobcat! It's his own fault if they string him up.'' Xf
 Here they come!' Wilfred exclaim- ed. Steady now, old Mizzoo-5we've whipped packs of wolves before today coyotes crazy with hunger-big gray Ioafers in the rocks-eh. N4izzoo?" He shouted to the deputies N@ho had been pushed against the railing, 'Give it to 'em, boysI'
 But the deputies did not fire, and the mob, though chafng with mad impa- tience, did not advance. It was sim gle figure that swept up the steps, un- obstructed, aided, indeed, by the mass of packed men in the street-a figure slight and erect, ting1ing with the ne cessity of action to which every vein and muscle responded, tngling so vi tally; so electrically, that fhe crowd also tingled, not understanding. but none the less thrilled.
 s'Lahoma!'' WiIfred was at her side. 'You herer'
 "Yes, I'm here,'' she returned breath 1essly, her face flaming with excite