Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1915-10-14

! 60 me, now l think Of it, she called him
Raymond"
There was a gasping sound as
though Anse's hand had closed again
heavily on the fellows throat.
Raymond! l reckon yer lynn ter
me, parson. Yer heard tell O. tibet fell
| Ter over in camp, an Their name stuck.
'Twont be healthy fer yer ter play no
game yere."
81 amt, Anse. Quit chokin' me.
never heard tell o. no Yank named
Raymond afore. Be thar one round
yere?"
Wall, thar was, but l don't reckon
thar is now," doubtfully. Last /
heerd tell o. him he wus over in Fay
cite a ridin' like hell fer Charleston.
Montes band picked him up, an he
didn't find this kentry none too healthy
fer his line o. business, which was re-
cruitin'-whut's that, Kelly?"
Better let Their preacher tell his
story, Anse. We're losin' lot O. time;
| reckon thar must bin some kind o.
male critter yere; faint likely Their
girl locked him up alone, an it don't
make no odds whit the Yank's name
was, nohow."
go on, Nichols; whut happened?
| Tell us the whole of it, but make it
short"
The preacher drew in long breath,
evidently relieved to have the pressure
of Anse's murderous fingers removed
from his throat. He sputtered a bit as
he began to tell his story and there
were muff1ed words we could not dis
tinguish. Occasionally someone of his
auditors interrupted with an oath, or
exclamation. He spoke faster as he
proceeded, as though feeling less fear,
and eager to have the task over. Final
ly Cowan interjected brief question.
"You damn coward! Did you tell?"
Honest, Anse, 1 don't jest know;
but I reckon I did spit it most out, fer
he'd killed me if hadn't"
do you mean to say you told them
was comm yere tonight, an goin' fer
ter make the girl marry me--you
whinin' cur?"
"How could 1 help it, Anse? reckon
if tibet Teller he'd pistol ct your head
you'd "a did some talkin'. Maybe he's
recruitin' officer but he amt no
sorter man ter fool with onct he gifts
mad"
well, I'd sure like fer ter know who
he is. He can't be Their Teller what got
away from Monte, fer he lit out fer
Charleston. How did this yere Teller
git yere-on horseback"
II didn't git sight O. no boss; thar
wus only one four-legged critter in
Their barn, an 1 reckon as how the girl
must hev' rode thet"
"Say, Anse," broke in the voice of
Kelly, "Ill bet this Yank is the one
thet wus with Fox, an got away. He'd
he'd time 'nough fer ter git this fer on
fut."
But what does he call hisself Ray
mond fer?"
Damn if I know-maybe he jest
heerd tell of the other Teller, an
thought as how he'd git long easier
under tibet name"
well, | reckon it won't make much
difference whit the cuss' name is if
ever I git my hands on him." growled
Anse savagely. eco on, Nichols. What
became of them?"
skipped out, reckon. never seen
nuthing more ov EN-"
Anse must have completely lost his
temper, for there was the sound of a
blow, and the noise of falling body
feet shutting as the others drew back
Then a moment of silence.
"Pick the OF fool up" said a voice
Throw him back into the room thar
Maybe he'll hev sum sense when he
wakes up. Kelly, take Jim with yer
an see if tibet boss is in Their stable
yet If them two left on fut, they