The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1919-03-29

! checked him shnrply. go, Az,
a. oye that basket alone! 1h"'
Jeremy Taylor, and he's the '"u'
Maltese that ever spit. III hni's "''
f..,ln's enough to be shut up th"'
wav and If stranger hahdied MN
ba,.. hive n fit. III hold him IN my
| Inp as we drive. No. you heeu'i "''p
me I'VE been gettin' in ana out over
wl,2r,s alone all my life, and TINS puch-
hoard is low. I'm glad that you doh :
use overhead check-reins on 9o".
horses. | belong to the prevention VI
| Cruelty 10 Animals, and I'm sorry u
| see you wear spurs. ~
They were trotting swiftly over .no
prnirIe. and Brad had recovered HIS
| faculties sufficiently to give prlei ai
| swers TO Miss Gordon's running t're VI
questions and observations. suddenly
the man invountarily checked ihe
MUSTANGS that he drove, and gave vent
| to smoIhered exclamation. He
looked in perplexed alarm az Mss Tor
don.
whats the matter? SickT she
queried.
He pointed to horseman so'oe o'S'
lance in front of them.
bill Jukes," he answered Drleny.
"He's promised to shoot me at sight,
and he's likely drunk enough not 10
know whether you're man or woman.
You drive an I'll get out an meet nm
on foot. I'll come back after We sooh'
or else-SykeS, a mile north or the
station, will bring We over to turkey
Creek"
AS he proffered the reins, Brad al
ready had his revolver out OF his Deit.
She gave an indignant snif.
Its likely I'll drive off and leave
you to be shot! Give me them relns.
and you look to your guns. Wen drive
by Mr.. Jukes at pretty good pace
and if you should happen to hurt him
may the Lord have mercy on him
Shaking off Brad's restraining touch.
and deaf to his expostulations. she put
the whip to the ponies, and the buck
board lurched forward on the deeply
cut trail. Jukes was bearing down
upon them, his face infiamed with
drunken rage. Two or three shots
whistled past them Miss Gordon held
the reins tightly and ducked her head.
Brad fired repeatedly as they passed,
and just beyond them Jukes reeled
heavily from the saddle. With an ef-
fort the woman brought the team to q
standStill.
I'm glad fastened Polly's cage on
good and Tight" was the first excla-
nation. Then. noticing broken check
rein: "I'll get piece of Irvine out Of
my pocket to tie up that strap. Why,
your sleeves all bloody. l do believe
that nasty wretch hit you'll"
"Jest my arm, l guess, Miss Cor
dom" replied the man, a little uncer-
tainly; "but l hope-that is, I'm
afeerd I've done for Jukes!'
They looked back. The outlaw lay
motionless by the trail, his bride rein
still over his nerveless arm.
II. :.
AS the rays of the setting sun slant
ed level across the prairie, strange
procession stopped at Turkey Creek
ranch. Miss Gordon still Drove super
intended by Jeremy Taylor, who
thrust his head through hole in the
lid of his basket and glared balefully
at the universe in general. Beside her
sat Brad, pale under his tan with his
right arm swung from his neck At
the tail of their chariot, so to speak,
was tied the horse of Bill Jukes, and
fastened in the saddle, plentifully
bandaged and besmeared with blood,
was the man himself. His manner
was dropping in the extreme, while
Polly bestowed an unbroken success
sion Of choice epithets upon the cap
tive.
Miss Gordon, of them all, was un-
rutfled. and she explained with q
cheerfulness that was almost airy:
"Jukes rode down on us, shootin'
and swearin dreadful, and Mr. Merrell
had to defend us. Of course, so l took
the lines. Then We couldn't go off and
leave the man Sayin' there, maybe to
die, so we went back, and bandaged
him up, and We brought him along.
You can do what you want to with
him. l don't reckon he feels very
spruce, SEEM that he was shot through
the lung, an that Polly's been swear
in at him every step of the way. Mr..
Merrell, here, got a bullet in his arm,
and has bled consid' Fable, though it's
only flesh wound"
The gods on Olympus may have
been surprised to see Minerva spring
full-panoplied from the brain Of Joye.
but that was the merest ghost of an
. emotion compared with what the men
Of Turkey Creek ranch felt when this
splendid apparition in dusty black
cashmere dawned upon them, with her
nonchalant tale of duelry, leading as
captive one of the deadliest outlaws Of
the country. For minute there were
murmurs Of EXPLANATIONS and glances
of amazement; and then, as Miss Cor
don, bearing Jeremy Taylor, clambered
to the ground, Paper Collar Joe. the
, Chesterfield Of the ranch, gracefully
|, advanced