The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1916-01-20

the ludicrous. The young man hotly
burst into passionate argument and
reasonable hypothesis.
Waving aside Mizxoo's protest, WI
fred elaborated his theory OF an Indi
an attnck, described Bricks peaceabls
disposition. his gentleness TO Lahoma
then dwelt on the friendship between
himself and Brick and the rela lions be
tween himself and Bricks ward.
1T all comes to this" Mizzoo de.
clared: 'If you could make me think
Wilcox harmless lamb. and as IN.
nocent. II wouldn't change conditions
This neighborbood calls for his life
and'd take II II I'm reach. and my war.
rant calls for his arrest. All can
promise Is to get him. II possible. be-
hind the bars before the mob gets him
In n rope"
Wilfred permitted himself the pleas
ure OF haunting Mlzzoo with the very
evident truth that before Wilcox was
hanged or Imprisoned he must first be
caught.
Mizzoo grinned good naturedly. "Yap.
Well. we've got n clew locked up In
jail right now that could tell us some
thing. Judge. and will tell US some
thing before set free. It's name Is Bill
Atkins. He's a wise old coon. but as
sour as boiled owl-nothing rs yet
10 be negotiated with him than II he
was bobcnt catched IN a trap. We're
hoping time'll mellow him-time and
the prospect OF being took out and
swung from the nearest limb"
Wilfred insisted on an immediate
visit to Bill. Brick declared he
wouldn't tell Bill his hiding place." he
said. FOR he didn't want 10 get him
into trouble He'll tell me II he knows
anything. and II he doesn't it's an out.
rage TO shut him up. old as he IL and as
rheumatic as he's Old
On the way to the rudely improvised
prison Mizzoo defended himself. "He
wasn't too old and rheumatic 10 fight
like wildcat Why. he had TO he
lifted up bodily and carried into his
cell. Not n word can we get out Of
him or bite OF grub into him. be-
lieve that old dodgers Just too obsti.
nate to diel'
When they reached the prison door
the crowd gathered about them. eager
for news, watching Mlzzoo unfasten
the door as if he were unlocking the
secret 10 Willock's whereabouts. There
were loud imprecations on the head OF
the murderer and fierce prophecies as
to what would happen to Bill II he
preserved his discriminating silence. II
seemed but moment before hurrylng
forms from many directions packed
themselves into n mass before the Jail.
The cells were In the basement The
only entrance to the building was by
means Of flight OF six steps leading
to an unroofed platform before the
door OF the story proper. Mizzoo and
Wilfred, standing OH this platform.
were lifted above the heads OF perhaps
hundred men. who watched eagerly
the dangling bunch Of keys. Mizzoo
had stationed three deputies at the foot
or the steps to keep back the mob. for
if the excited men once rushed into the
Jail nothing could check their course.
Mlzzoo whispered to wilfred. WED
better get In as quick as possible"
The words were lost In the lncreas-
Ing roar Of voices. lie spoke again:
when I swing open the door that
bunch Will try to make run for It.
You jump inside and IN be after you
like shot Wen lock ourselves in
"Hey. Mizzoo!" shouted a voice 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 II he
won't come 10 us. well go to him.
We've got to know where Brick WI.
locks hiding, and that's all about IT,"
"Sure!" growled a third. what kind
Of town In this anyway? A refuge
FOR highwaymen and murderersf'
A struggle took place at the foot Of
the stairs. not 80 good naturedly as
A reasoning voice was
heard; Just let me say a word to the
boys"
Yes called others. 'lct's hear himr'
There was surging forward and
man was lifted literally over the heads
of the three drputies. lie re,lShed the
platform breathless. disheveled. but tri-
lmphant IL was the survivor OF Red
Kimbalrs band.
Mizzoo. mistaking his coming for
general rush. had hastily relocked the
ioor. and he and Wilfred defended
themselves with ORA wn revolvers.
II amt up here to do no HARM" call.
ID the ex-highwayman. II amt got |
he spirit for warfare. My chief Is
killed. my pards Is dead. Even that In
locent stage driver what knew nothing
n us Is killed In the attack that Brick
wilcox made ON US In the dark and
behind our backs How're you going
% grow when the whole world knows
you amt nothing but den of snakesi
You may claim It's all Brick Wilcox.
say n he's bigger than the town. II