Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1916-02-10
THE, RED MIST
4 Tals 81 Civil Strife By Ranall Parish

to me. now I think Oft, she called him
Raymond"
There was . gasping sound as
though Anse's hand had closed again
heavily ON the fellows throat.
Raymond! i reckon yer lynn ter
NE. pafaon. Yer heard tell o. tibet fell
Ter over;fn camp. an ther name stuck.
'Twontl be healthy fer yer ter play no
game ysre.
4 ain't Anse. Quit q chokin' me. I
asvsr heard toll O. no Yank named
Raymond afore. Be thar one round
yere!" 4,
wall. thar was, but don't reckon
thar 10 now" doubtfully. Last 1
hSefd tell o. him he wus over in Fay
site . ridin' like hell fer Charleston.
Nouts's band picked him up. an he
aidn't fnd this kentry none too healthy
fer hin line o. business. which was re-
itin'-whut's that. Kelly?"
Better let Their preacher tell his,
story. Anse. We're losin' a lot o time; !.
[ reckon thar must bin some kind o.;
male critter yere: faint likely Their!
girl locked him up alone, an 1t don't
make no odds whut the Yank's name
was, nohow."
go on. Nichols; whut happened?
Tell US the whole Of it. but make it
short"
The Dreacher drew in q long breath,
evidently relieved to have the pressure
Of Anse's murderous fingers removed
from his throat. He sputtered bit as
he began to tell his story and there
were mufded words we could not dis
tipguish. 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 INTERCEPTED brief question.
you damn coward! Did you tell?'-
Honest, Anse. don't Jest know;
but reckon did spit it most out, fer
he'd killed me II hadn't"
do you mean to say you told them
I was comm yere tonight, an goin' fer
ter make the girl marry me-you
whinin' cur?"
How could help 1t, Anse? reckon
IL tibet Teller he'd a pistol ct your head
you'd = did some talkin'. Maybe he's
recruitin' officer, but he amt no
sorter man ter fool with onct he gifts
mad"
We'll, I'd sure like fer ter know who
he 10. He can't be Their Teller what got
away from Monte, fer he lit out fer
Charleston. How did this yere Teller
git yere-o on horseback"
Il didn't git sight O. no boss; thar
wus only one four-legsed critter in
ther barn. an l reckon as how the girl
must hev' rode thet."
Say. Anse," broke In the voice of
Kelly, ''I'll Set this Yank is the one
thet WINS with Fox, an got away. He'd
he'd time 'nough fer ter git this fer on
tut"
But what does he call hisself Ray
mond fer?"
Damn It know-maybe he Jest
heerd tell Of the other Teller. an
thought as how he'd git long easier
under tibet name"
Well, I reckon it won't make much
difference whut the cuss' name Is II
ever I ct my hands on him." srowled
Anse savagely. 100 on, Nichols. What
became OF them?"
Skipped out. reckon. / never seen
nuthins more ov 'em."
A IL
temper. for there was the sound Of q
blow. and the noise Of q falling body,
feet shuming as the others drew back
Then . moment Of silence.
Pick the OIL fool up" said q voice
Throw him hack 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. II them two left on fut. they