The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1917-11-17
.copyrishf BY Charles Scribnsr's sons)

before anybody could stop him he was
down upon the stagings, swinging HIM
self from bent to bent through storm
Of bullets coming. not from the COM
missary, but from the saloon shack
on the opposite bank--a whistling
shower Of lead that made every man
In the sheriff's party duck to cover.
How the volunteer process-server
ever lived to get across the bridge Of
death no man might know. Thrice In
the half-minute dash he was hit; yet
there was life enough left to carry him
stumbling across the last of the stag
ing bents; to send him Keeling up the
runway at the end and across the
working yard to the door of the COM
missary, waving the folded papers like
an inadequate flag Of truce as he fell
on the doorstep.
After that, all things were curiously
haEy and underlined for him. There
was the tumult Of fierce battle be-
ing waged over him; deafening rifle
fire and the spat-spat of bullets pune
turing the sheet-iron walls Of the COM
missary. In the midst of 1t he lost
his hold upon the realities, and when
he got it again the warlike clamor was
stIlled and Starbuck was kneeling be-
side him, trying, apparently, to deprive
him of his clothes with the reckless
slashings of knife.
Protesting feebly and trying to rise,
he saw the working yard filed with
armed men and the returning throng
OF laborers; saw Colonel Baldwin and
Williams talking excitedly to the sher-
if then he caught the eye of the engi-
neer and becko>ed eagerly with his
one available Eand.
"Hoid still, until can find out how
dead you are!" gritted the rough-and-
ready surgeon who was plying the
elothes-ripping knife. But when VIII
liams came and bent down to listen,
Smith found voice, shrill and strident
and so little like his own that he
scarcely recognized it.
"Call 'em out-call the men out and
start the gate machinery" he painted
in the queer, whistling voice which
was, and was not, his own. possess
possession is nine points Of the law
that's what Judge Warner said: the
spillways, Bartley-shut 'em quick!"
"The men are on the job and the
machinery Is starting right now" said
Williams gently. Don't you hear it?'
And then to Starbuck: "For Heavens
sake. do something for him, Billy
Anything to keep him with US until O
doctor can get here!'
Smith felt himself smiling foolishly
II don't need any doctor, BARLEY
what 1 need is a new ego: then Ii
stand some sha--some chance of find
ing" he looked up appealingly al
Starbuck-"what Is II that I'd stanC
some chance Of finding, Billy? II
can't seem to remember" T.
Williams turned his face away ant
Starbuck frightened his benumbing griI
upon the severed artery in the baret
arm from which he had cut the sleeve
Smith seemed to be going off again
but he suddenly opened his eyes ant
pointed frantically with finger Of thu
one serviceable hand. "Catch him
Catch himl" he shrilled. He's goint
to dy-dynamite the dam!"
Clinging to consciousness with
grip that not even the blood los'
could break, Smith saw Williams
spring to his feet and give the alarm
saw three or four of the sheriff's mel
drop their weapons and hurl them
selves upon another man who was try
ing to make his way unnoticed to thu