Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1915-11-04

hWW HAVE given my word OF honor,
my sacred oath, not to betray
what l have discovered here"
y AT these words from the pris-
n e u shout arose in which oaths and
hooking laughter mingled like the
growing and swapping of hunger mad
dened wolves.
Then if l must die" Gledware cried,
his voice in it's shrill excitement dom
mating the ferocious insults Of the ruff
fans, don't kill the child. You see
five. Even If she were awake she
wouldn't know how to tell about this
cabin. Fol Gods sake don't kill the
little girl!'
Since the seizure of Gledware the
child had been lying on the rude table
in the midst Of Il greasy pack of cards
cards that had been thrown down at
the sound Of his galloping horse. The
table supported also much Of the booty
captured from the wagon train, while
on the dirt floor beside it were prizes
of the f~reebooting expedition too large
w LIN ASSSAAS pAiSS III LAX
Nor was this all. Mingled with stolen
garments, cans and boxes of provi-
sions, purses and bags of gold were the
Indian DISCUSSES in which the high
waymen from No Mans Land had de-
scended on the prairie schooners on
their tedious journey from Abilene,
Kan, toward the southwest.
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voice. The speaker stepped forward.
you know l I'M something Of an
orator or l guess you wouldn't Of made
me your Lender. Now, as long as I'm
your leader I'm going to lead. But l
amt never unreasonable, and when
talk is needed I'm copious enough. I
am called Red Kimball,' and my broth
er, yonder, he is knowed as Kansas
Kimball.' What else is knowed Of us
is this-that we wasn't V wont to
turn loose a spy when once ketched.
Here is a man who says he is Henry
Gledware, though God knows if that's
50. He comes galloping up to the door
just as we are in the midst of Il game.
l stakes all my share Of the spoils on
the game, and Brick Wilcox is in Il
fair way to win it, that | admit. but in
comes this here spy
The prisoner in Il frenzied voice dis
claimed any purpose of spying. That
morning he had driven the last wagon
of the train, containing his invalid
wife and his s~tepdaughter, for the child
lying Oh the table was his Wife'S
daughter. At the alarm that the first
wagon had been attacked by Indians
he had turned about his horses and
driven %furiously Owe the prairie, he
knew not whittier. All that day he had
tied, seeing no one, hearing nc pursuing
h%orsebeat. At night his wife, unable
in her weak condition to sustain the
terrible jolting. had expired. Taking
nothing from the wagon but his sad
die, he had mounted one Of the horses
with the child before him and had con-
tInued his flight. the terrific wind at
his back.
"Well pard,'' said the leader OF the
band, waiting until he had finished,
''you can't never claim that you amt
been given your say, for | do admire
free speech. 1 want to address you
reasonable and make this plain and
simple, as only a man that has been
alleged to lie something of an orator
can accomplish. My men and me has
had our conference, and it's decided
that both Of you has got to be shot and
Immediate. The reasons is o but
,-I,,t 4, .,,,iJIN r,Jct admit on1
such l take you to be. l am sorry this
has happened, and so is my men, and
we wish you well. It's n hard saying.
pard, but whatever your intentions n
spy you have proved. For what do
you find on busting open our door?
Here we sit playing with our booty for
stakes and our Indian togs lying all
about. You couldn't help knowing that
we was the Indians that Quilted them