Bisbee daily review., 1915-03-14

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 Get your horses. boys." ordered the
 sheriff.
 lt was not but a few minutes until the posse. Gallon riding stoidly on an l extra horse, was scampering through | the streets toward the mountains. now absolutely dark, as the moon had set Shcrin Hawkins was not aware that as they crossed a wash a painting ! grOaning man was crawling on his belly toward the solitary light which | marked Nalle Vista. Nor did Gallon ! dumblv riding toward the darkness | which hid the scene of his crime. real 1 ize that WikersOn was within ten | yards Of hlm as they splashed through l the stream
 Then suddenly appeared in the sky ! spot Of white which spread until the murk Of the night had turned to dusk Well thank God it's daylight" said l the sheriff to Gallon "l guess we can get your partner an right now" And i even as he spoke the dusk suddenly be | came enriched by the light Of the sun l rising in the e1st The moment it | struck the brass on his pOny's bidle l Gallon invouutarily refined in Through ! his bliStered lips he muttered: "Goldl Ruthl"
 lnquiring 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 Gallons gun away from him. "I think [ better keep this" said the sheriff. his dark cOuntenance growing stern.
 So this cavalcade made it's 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 location 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 Wnkerson.
 His horse stumbled and threw him When he got up be 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
 There has been trouble" he said abruptly. Then he turned on Gallon.
 Why is this coffee hot2" he said, lifting up the pot. The brusque tones of the sheriff cut the silence that fol. lowed.
 "l don't see your man. 1 don't under stand this, You are under arrest-for the murder or He looked at Gallon, and the old man involuntaruy 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 feetlng forms and bizarre shadows, the sheriff called a halt up the canyon.
 On one side of the gulley on which they were camped the sherihrs men had built fire. It was against a rock which rose whitely under the moon Gallon saw his chance. He worked his way to the fire and in spite of the pain held his hands out over the blaze until he felt the strands of the rope weaken and finally part.
 A moment later he was making his way to where the horses were lied He leaped upon the nearest one and within a second was on his way down the hill into the mist which filled the valley.
 But the noise of his horses hoofs on the rough shale of the hillside awak. | ened the guard.
 "I think l win have a cup of coffee" . he said to himself sleepily and slug. . gishly stretched himself. A moment . later he flung the empty coffeepot into . the darkness. "Sheriff," be cried, "he's . goneP'
 The sherir lifted his lanky form as if by a single movement. "Who's gone?" be yelled
 ''That man. Gallon" replied the guard.
 We must get him, boysF' the sheriff said They rode to the edge of the hill and looked down into an irldescent sea of mist, a mere pool of curdling moon shine.
 Hes got away from US. boys" said the sherif "Wen never ind him there"
 Gallon rode quickly on. no longer seeking for a light but for darkness. and yet as he felt the pony culver un- der him he himself felt a strange trem- or-Wilkerson was still alive-some. where behind that veil was his enemy and the man who knew the location of the richest mine in all golden Callfor- mia.
 Mission Street pier marks the point on the San Francisco water front where sooner or later every one in this world passes, and among the multltudes strange, subdued and unsubdued by the tremendous forces which make our civilization, Gallon found himself absO-