Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1917-07-07
CHAPTER XIV.
A Race to the SWIFT

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Since Sheriff Harding had left his
Office in the county Jail and had gone
home to his ranch on the north side
Of the river some hours earlier, not q
little precious time was consumed in
hunting him up. Beyond this, there
was another delay in securing the dep
uty. When Starbuck's car came to a
stand for q second time before the
mesa-fronting entrance Of the court
house, Smith came quickly across the
walk from the portal.
"Mr. Harding" he began abruptly,
"Judge Warner has gone home and he
has made me his messenger. There is
bit of. sharp work to be done, and
you'll, need strong posse. Can you
deputize fifteen or twenty good men
who can be depended upon in a fight
and rendezvous them on the north
side river road in two hours from
now?"
The sheriff, a big, bearded man who
might have sat for the model Of one
Of Frederic Remington's frontiersmen,
took time to consider. 'Is it a scrap?"
he asked.
1T is likely to be. There are war
rants to be served, and there will
most probably be resistance. Your
posse should be well armed"
well try for it." was the decision.
"On the north-side river road, you
say? You'll want us mountedY
ut will be better to take horses. We
could get autos, but Judge Warner
agrees with me that the thing had
better be done quietly and without
making too much Of stir in town."
"All right" said the man Of the
law. 1T that all?"
''No, not quite all. The first Of the
warrants is to be served here in Brew
ster-upon Mr.. Crawford Stanton.
Your deputy will probably find him at
the Hophra House. Here is the paper:
it is a bench warrant Of commitment
on charge Of conspiracy, and Stan
ton is to be locked up. Also you are
TO see to it that your Jail telephone
is out Of order, SO that Stanton won't
be able to make any attempt to get
hearing and bail before tomorrow"
aThat part Of it is mighty risky"
said Harding. "Does the Judge know
about that, too?"
aHe does; and for the ends Of pure
Justice, he concurs with me though,
Of course, he couldn't give manda-
tory order" W
The sheriff turned to his jail dep
uty, who had descended from the
rumble seat in the rear.
n you've heard the. dope. Jimmie"
ne Said shortly. 'Go and get His
Nobs and lock him up. And II he
wants to be yelling Helpp and send
ing for his lawyer or somebody, why,
the telephones takin' lay-on.
Savvy"
The deputy nodded and turned upon
his heel, stuf1ng the warrant for Stan
toms arrest into his pocket as he
went. Smith swung up beside Star
buck, saying: an couple Of hours,
then, Mr.. Harding; somewhere near
the bridge approach on the other side
of the river" rs z s. ~
starbuck had started the motor and
was bending forward to adjust the oil.
feed when the sheriff left them.
'sYou seem to have made ten
strike with Judge Warner" the ex-
cowpuncher remarked, replacing the
flash-lamp In its seat pocket.
"Judge Warner is man In every
inch Of him; but there is something
behind this nights work that ! don't
quite understand" was the quick re-
ply. II had hardly begun to state the
case when the Judge interrupted me.
I know, he said. 7 have been wait
Ing for you people to come and ask
for relief, What do you make Of
that. Billyy
II don't know; unless someone in
Stanton's outfit has welshed. Shaw
might have done It. He has been to
Bob Stillings, and Stillings says he is
sore at Stanton for some reason. Shaw