The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-08-25
Continued from page 81

MY heaven, IL I could only have fore
seen this! Come quickly and make no
noise. Use your breath only for run
ming"
"But-Mr. Kynaston-daddy-my IA
ther-"
No use, tell you! They have killed
him! Murderers! Just as they prob
ably killed others last night! Come,
say!"
There was no withstanding his sp-
peal, for he had seized her hand and
was fairly pulling her after him. Thus
they began their race for the shelter
Ing trees in the bottom. Breathless,
sobbing from the excitement and the |
speed. not knowing by what accident |
the way was clear for them, the girl |
hurried along with him. dry-eyed and
staring, as one who has seen q sight
preternaturally appalling.
You see"-he painted 1t out as they
rant tried to get word to you and
could not. feared you would attempt
some such quixotic thing. They meant
to kill me, Of course. It would have
been better SO. Then when you came
In intended to anger the old scoun-
drel at me. and partly succeeded.
Then when they threw me out my
guard ran back and I sawed the raw
hide that they had tied me with across
an old wagon tire till cut it through"
A sputter Of rife shots cut short his
explanation.
Pulling her to right and left to dis
turb the aim of the Mexicans, he
dashed through the cottonwoods and
ran up the slope. Even before the door
of the house could be opened to them
they were pounding on the frame. A
second later they staggered into the
room to face the gray-bearded ex-
deputy sheriff.
Where's Upton?" he demanded true.
ulently. Where's Upton?"
Beyond a brief nod he paid no at
tention to Dorothy, nor even to Kynas-
ton.
He's d-d-dead!" sobbed the girl,
giving way at last. "Oh, Marian, he's
dead! They have killed him! shall
never see him again!"
The girl, sobbing as only bereaved
daughter can, flung herself into the
waiting arms Of Mrs. Fame.
She drew the half-fainting girl into
bedroom, and so was not a witness
of what followed. Had she remained
in the living room, she would have
seen a fierce old gray wolf OF
plainsman open the front door ant
with all the politeness he was maste
of say to the two prisoners:
Nov, caballeros, 1t is your turn
The way lies clear to General Obispo
Take It,"
He pointed fiercely down the slope
The two men ran hastily for the ope
door.
DON'T" said Kynaston hurried!
laying q OBTAINING hand on the old arr
that swung from the rife barrel u
in the glinting sunlight. "You can
do It in cold blood"
There amt drop of cold blood
any American who's been in Mexic
the past two years"
The magazine gate clicked ca
fridge into the chamber and the ner
GUS hand swung up the piece, tn
muzzle covering the fleeing figure
There amt drop Of cold blood
any Anglo-Saxon who's seen wome
an little children shot down an fou
teen-year-old kids snatched from the
homes to take a hand in their kill
bees. Seventy-fve-yard law is WIFI
they'll git! He's got it now!"
I'll The rifle spat it's mouthful OF lee
at the leading runner, who crumplt
and rolled over as a shot rabbit roll
The rearmost mamie of the artillel
fame-stumbling over the body, gay
wilkes time to snap second cartridi
into the chamber.
lust as the man rose to his kne,
the bullet caught him squarely In Il
back of the head, and he collapsed
second time-to rise no more.
iii "An' that's a part of the debt paid
prowled the old man, his very beal
ouivering with rage. THE full de
amt never goin' to be paid on, b
ANYHOW there comes the third insta
ment!"
Away down the hill, Kynaston, loo
: ing over the wavering rife-barrel, sa
! a figure come hesitatingly up the hi
Z He seized Wilkes by the shouldt
preventing the old man from firing.
Don't shoot" he said quietly. Dor
shoot It's the blind priest. Perha
he brings Us news"
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