Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1917-07-10

doggery. From the latter quarter
sounds OF revelry rose above the
spillway thundeEngs, and now and
again a drunrEh figure lurched
through the open door to make it's
way uncertainty toward the rank of
bunk houses.
Harding was staring into the far
ther nimbus of the electric rays,
trying to pick up some sign of the
made a suggestion.
Both OF your parties will have
the workmen's bunk houses in range,
Mr. Harding, and we mustn't forget
that Colonel Baldwin and Williams
are prisoners in the timekeepers
shack. If the guns have to be
used"
There won't be any wild shoot
ing, of the kind you're thinking Of"
returned the sheriff grimly. There
amt single man in this posse that
can't hit what he aims at, nine
times out o. ten. But here's hopin'
we can gather 'em in without the
guns. If they amt lookin' for US"
The interruption was the whining
song of a jacketed bullet passing
overhead, followed by the crack of
a rife. Down boys!" said the sheriff
softly, setting the example by sliding
into the ready-made trench afforded
by the dry ditch of the outlet canal;
and as he said it a sharp fusillade
broke out, vita fire spurtings from
the commissary building and others
from the mesa beyond TO show that
the surprise was baked in both di-
rections.
They must have had scouts out"
was Smiths word to the sheriff, who
was cautiously reconnoitering the
newly developed situation from the
shelter of the canal trench. "They
are evidently ready for us, and that
knocks your plan in the head. Your
men can't cross these stagings under
FIRE"
Your 'wops' are all right, any
way" said Harding. They're pour
ing out of the bunk houses and that
saloon over there and taking to the
hills like a flock O. scared chickens"
Then to his men: Scatter out, boys,
and get the range on that commits
sary shed. That's where most of the
rustlers are cached"
Two days earlier, two hour earlier
perhaps, Smith would have begged a
weapon and flung himself into the
fray with blood lust binding him to
everything save the battle demands
of the moment. But now the final
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metamorphosis had been passed and
the darksome valley of elemental
passions was left behind.
Hold up a minute, for Gods
sake!" he pleaded hastily. We've
got to give them a show. Hardings
The chances are that every man in
that commissary believes that Nc
Graw has the law on his side-and
we are not sure that he hasn't. Any
way, they don't know that they are
trying to stand off shcriff's posse!'
Harding's chuckle was sardonic.
You mean that we'd ought to go
over yonder and read the riot act to
'em first? That might do back in the
country where you came from. But
the man that can get into that camp
over there with the serving papers
now'd have to be armor-plated, l
reckon"
"Just the same. we've got to give
them their chance" Smith insisted
doggedly. I'VE can't stand for any
unnecessary bloodshed-I won't
stand for it,"
Harding shrugged his heavy shoul-
ders. "One round into that sheet
ron commissary shackll bring 'em
o time-and nothing else will.
hain't got any men to throw away
on the dew-dabs and furbelows."
Smith sprang up and held out his
hand.
You have at least one man that
you can spare, Mr.. Harding" he
snapped. Give me those papers. I'll
go over and serve them
Ito Be Continued)