The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1920-02-05
another at the right
had plowed through the
Softly Flandrau mt

ooiuy 1t riduuruu put
In the sand and rose to
revolver of the dead pu] er
his hand. The riders wd CLOS
on him. The nearest cal 70
surrender. Almost at tn amS
red-hot pain shot thro1 th
arm Of the trapped rusHl Sol
had nipped him from the ~
Curly saw red. Surren4er
ing! He would go down hehtind
fast as he could blaze he en-
Macs gun. When the smoke cf
the man who had ordered him toy
up was slipping from his horse.
was surprised, but he knew he
have hit him by chance.
"We got him. His guns empt!
some one shouted. EN
Cautiously they closed In. kee
him covered all the time. Ofia
the plain tilted up to meet tb
Flandrau felt himself swaying
feet. Everything went blacs
boy had tainted
When he came to himself
faces were all around him
were no bodies to go with the
seemed to float about in an oG
sort of way. Then things Gle
Hes coming to all right"
"HDw Is Cullson2"
This was said to another
just come up.
Hard hit. Looks about all
him In the side"
The rage died out of Cur
flash he saw all that had con
drunken spree: the rustliR,
Bar Double NJ stock, the 6iScv
tho death of his friend and maybI
Cullison, the certain punishment
would follow. He was q horse ii
caught almost in the act. Perhaps
was murderer, too. And the WI
thing had been entirely unpremS
tatcd.
you've played h." o.
men told the boy. TX
He was sawed-off Aur
known as Dutch. Flandra,
him In the Map Of Texas,
year or two before. Then
strangers to the boy. Ain
looked at him out Of hard, h,s
He was scarcely human
them; rather a wolf to be stamped
Of existence as soon as 1t was conyen-
lent.
At shift in the group Flaftlrau's
eyes fell on his friend lying In the
sand with face turned whitley to the
sky he never would see again. A lump
came into the boys throat and he had
to work it down before he spoke.
There's picture in his pocket, and
some letters, I reckon. Send them to
Miss Myra Anderson, Tombstone, care
Of one Of the restaurants. ] don't
know which one."
Send nothin'," sneered Dutch, >a'
coupled 1t with q remark no decel
man makes Of a woman on a guess.
Because Of poor Mac lying there
with the little hole In his temple Curly
boiled over. With jerk his right arInt
was free. 1t shot out like pile
driver, all his weight behind the blow.
Dutch went down as If charging bull
had flung him.
Almost simultaneously Curly hit thei
sand hard. Before he could stir th-s6
men were straddled over his anato v
| One Of them ground his head into
dust.
you would, eh2 Well see a
that. Jake, bring yore rope"
They tied the hands of the
hauled him to his feet and set
astride q horse. In the dstant
windmill of the Circle c. ranch
shining in the morning sun. Towa
I the group of buildings clustered arou
this two of his captors started w;
Flandrau.
! AS they rode along fenced la
which led to the house q girl came
ing down the steps. At sight ofrtb
coming toward her she called
quickly: -
How is dadT The culver of Ssa.
broke in her voice.
Don't know yet, Miss Kate"
swered one of the men. Hes Il
! peart. though. Says for to tell =
not to worry. We've got here
NANCY son of gun that did It," p
Before he had finished she was On.
like an arrow shot from bow, but
not until her eyes had fallen on the
youth sitting bareheaded and bIbody
between the guns of his gnar1- -.
noticed that she had given a sb,,
as one might at sight of a mas&,
! mad dog which had just BIT =
friend. Long after the poundine
her pony's hoofs had died aw
prisoner could see the startled e'
fear and horror that had res
! him. IlIIl